JIM
GOAR
SPILLED
MILK
Words and now the silence
remains in blue slacks
pressed
lemon and belly laughs
between a lover and his
daughter
is her mother his
lover
for crows to pick
a sieve from water
dice
roll little boy yr
brother
lost but no one calls
to empty
crumbs along the way
SYMPTOMS
You were telling me about
the cliff behind the
fence
you’ve seen the echo but
not the fall into the
ocean
one foot at a time and
the pants
will never come unless
you relax your monkey
will
remain a coconut and
sunshine
is all a man needs
in a tender heterosexual
way off
where only the hounds go
baying
at night the horses
are eaten
questions asked by those
who stumble over rocks
and
broken legs spring forth
from
my beard my woman
lives for this
rescue but I am not nor
do I need another
SOI
MILK
If you need a spoon
with white on water
you must be an island
hung out to dry
to sleep with one and
the other picking
secrets from the trunk
of dancing fingers
bent
in gates where
elephant
want the man to free
bananas and the ceiling
to look just at the
sky