about the windiness 

       screws loosen

       all night train

      

 

        feed it more fat hands with tulips outer space in winter

   

       rains the blue horses drenched through

        I am shaking and from

       a homeless wave and from

        dissolving in my orange suit

 

     the rise the

        trout eat

           La Risle

  

 for Robert Spiess

         a leopardess every growl and coarse lick of it

 

          from any branch if

          I were/wished to 

           bow and fly so

            

                 in such a way

            ten thousand sand eels

       turn about

 

          mountain of wind in your hair Matsukaze 

 ..and, as it matters, Marilyn,

I'm beyond the blue flower

into the ochre

 

     rice cools

    the moonlight

     injects me

      

 

       counting to that in crows they slip away as night

            between the,

          the water layers,

          the very young fish

  

       as a soft horse as a machine as a boy going into the sea

 

 

      what keeps 

       your bottom lip

         loose and wet

           the sea

       what are fingers

         mine have flown

            ten thousand cranes

 

         what blush there peonies in a barrow

 

       say something more say oxen drift through evening

 

     your neck a

      game for tongues

        at play your mouth

          filled with melons

       blown, of course,

        a persimmon branch

          a boat at sea

from Big Kitchen

 

    a noise flutters by evening gown