of course there are faces
hidden in the stones
old worn faces
no one wishes to own
***
The doll who heard too much
The know-it-all
who knew too much
The platypus that over-billed
Last exit before too much
No exit to Fall River
Dig inifinity
***
I said to myself
what have you ever done for me?
and threw up my hands
the fucshia garden
a lonely bus stop in June
crow washes some food
***
exquisite fisher bird
long blue-purple beak
extra wide feet
walks on floating green
a turtle climb out on it
dragonflies vanish
palomino carp
lurk beneath a floating world
tiny fish surround
slow motion fisher
elicits a tiny fish
in slow motion
A caterpillar
crossing a sidewalk downtown
surface of a dream
Nearing the daybreak
in a brick façade window
Negro oils himself
The wind came up
an spoke to me
the unsettling wind
Lightning rang the land line
see who it is
it's only the wind
I listen to it howl
for quite a while
hang up again
silently
***
I was on broadband
before they had it
I was on liquid
you ain't ever
even heard about
I saw things differently
with my eyes closed
when I opened them
reality seemed
like a mirror
a mirror I could not
trust
if I was going to see
the reality behind
reality
the mirror
had to come down
behind it was
another mirror
but like
a Carpathian count
revenant without substance
on this mirror
I left no
reflection
April-June 2017
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