sub autumn sky flower

it was a bright afternoon & you’d spent your whole lifetime awake 

if it is true, you would have to be good at that

under the blanket blue sub autumn skies flower the best

you’ll see, there’s an emptiness about to burst

to be the turned down sun to be the turned up air

in your rooms with the blinds tight against the glass

i have a sense of wind coming out of the trees

i have a swimming dream and the crow filled branches

i see it is an open time sifted blast

the dressing up to do the doing done being had

having real dreams to sit upon piles of grass

and being 

somehow seen

under the air

through the window

and being

somehow sweet

into the sun tooth

without collapsing

in the water ball three danced solemnly

i care not to watch you dance i came to swim

if the acrobat and crew were singing

they would say

every artifact comes down to dust

i bring sleep with a piece of wasted cloth

in the curl of your lip 

my chiseled marble lamb

so scraped as if on sand

and in the war torn land 

art, the only poetry

hit the side of the car crash

at the point of laying down

to dream in the open air pavilion

with the gift of torn silk flapping in the breeze

a wild tangle in the crowd and seven tailors

with their angles and their crowns and thread for sewing

would the forest take a tall lake and turn it into trees

would you ever eat of the plum with an architect

wound tight around trickled taste palimpsest to the sound of getting out

getting out

out of the long correction that school started in me

the round out that will wave the tangled turkey feather flag 

i opened up a thunderstorm into the early hour

and your mouth so wide and wet the red to strike me dead

i took a thimble full of candle wax and wished you were back

the last song that i heard was made of coffee and bricks and i was swatting at the powerful rhythms in it

i wanted everything to work without a fight 

but i cold know

that isn’t