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The Desert is My Animal.
 

 

the desert is my animal

lady

 

 

 

woke up to

a desert mound

with an H

& a small pyramid

on the desert

 

 

 

pancake clouds

2-dimensional hangers

 

 

 

blue hap sky

voltage

the been

 

 

 

some mounds red

2-dimensional

the logic of it

 

 

 

you cannot know

red

from future red

 

 

 

you cannot know

what truck

yellow machine

in the sage crop

 

 

 

swarms of black fly

pounds of flies

from sharpest sage


 

 

 

you can

know not

privileges of green

insects having at you

 

 

 

we will all be jackrabbit

with proof

 

 

 

a knowledge of such summer

a ‘mind of’ it

mind & motion similarly dusty

 

 

 

rocky girly weather

over the knee

 

 

 

to the edge

of the bank

of long green

 

 

 

remove your pesos

from my tabla

 

 

                          

the sickening sky emblued

all over us

our palms were set stones

 

 

 

we _____ed with them

precious sages

verdy serpentines


 

 

 

more slash & slicker ensovereigned

sere a stealth rabbit slim

crosses hatches across elk and earl

the duke of desert & the ruddy route

 

 

pleased piñons empained our

perceivers go that rapine

skater lambly sleeps a pocket

in castlerock shiprock

shapelyrock grew gorgeous with eve

the mounts and mounds attendant

on diamond ease camp ducked

 

 

a town of discardies

oil drums not pennies

copper locker

house goes up comes down

a sign for not travelers

 

 

playtruck is blue in

the whole thing yard

timing thinking a red one

no bodies evidence of

 

 

hard slobber on a grand door

these mover vehicles got here

fresh oil somewhere

rocks red in the distance

smooth the brow of the tamer

town lingers long after water

 

 

east granite point smoke lies

had us a cup of it in quick sugars

sister sipping the back of blue

embarcadero plenties have few

 

 

measured matter by his bushes

gin spoke in the turner

rood age she will never leave

echo stance in large sentences

 


 

 

 

no schedule

on the train

three birds

 

 

 

on the other train

 

 

 

fierce puckered mountain

corrugated rain shack

a hard winner

 

 

 

wonders the stone

in his head

wonders she supplements

supplies from the tunnel

 

 

 

more red trucks

abandon

stacked cedar woowoo

 

 

 

towns containing no people

some goats

selfish oak

 

 

 

selvage palmetto

horse pleas

 

 

 

a head of two orders

the third was rushes

from that river

when there was water

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

out the window

an L on a hillside

an H & an L

separated by miles and track rectitude

a perfect capital on the mound

well formed if slightly stubborn

in the sun

 

 

 

on that hillside

cows sunsetter

rescue the plain

from its plenitude

 

 

 

a pan of mountain

easy contraption

in the winter when the clouds cuts

lost thirsty river

hold on

hello

 

 

 

the desert trucks

8 movements eastward

to get to your circle hives

 

 

 

thin trees of pamlico

do you not see

my exmachinery

tag factory

where is your sun

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i will not do plenty more

i will wonderfull stand

with glasses

 

 

 

red hides its capital

into the dirt silence

 

 

 

i can neglect red

we never have it

without that speed

 

 

 

waking to finitude

to orange & oranger

i had come down to

 

 

 

houses in the middle off their landstar

orphans are for trains

we are here

 

 

 

out there

north of summer

north of sun

 

 

 

modify this

present

 

an ensemble the red of

mixtures are in