CO DEN DEA DR

sitting as still
down here as in a "park"
psychic kate couldn't make
a sentence
the every dead leaf
could not
talk back
craaaackkkk
cruummmmppllleee
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
thin wasp hunts my spider nail
i am full of water
spit a drop for
that spider to drink off
my wrist
this planet is dying
psychic hill done no
blood-let
i drink your blood
earth planet i say
i drink blood
everything so loud and hot
we hold out
bowls for cicada shells
the wretch sound of
paper among
these dying real trees
kate uses her psychic powers too
plans
palms
plums
the plains
main participle dream voice
inner drought as i say
inside and yes i stay
write glossy ache about
my chemicals
today i am listening
to the hummel mound
shudder empty leaves
not a cloud
i keep my blood inside
expecting to see the dead
and you do and i see red tree
dead and turning up
the saturation on my brain
try to make a hole to
walk into
but do you really
have to take
this feather
with you it looks
chewed on
where is the salve for
to save birds
psychic answer- the skin
of that blonde man
and my skin soon
if we can
make a river
of sweat
offer our blood to them