***for one***
I can show you animal grace
sour sodding grapes indeed
I’ll move like a careless
fingerling
one big muscle touching
things with consideration
they will move
or stay still
or move for you
what great tennis
we could play
then we can paint
words with the bodily red
well-bit lip
I’ll make it my business
to know your tricks
and seams
to know your beveled
decoration
your original
color
we can put that
new piece of plastic
to use
and go for
drives through
the trees
and then
we can stop by the
road and I can
describe the shade for you
I can give and take
mute as a machine
and raving like
perfectly flexing spider
or sparrow
like the one behind
your ear
I want to lay and stare
at that bird
for a while
while you describe
it’s
fire for me
oh and
it will fire
like a new paint job
wet in the sunlight
we’ll drive back
into the valley
with nubbly
sunset light backlighting
the bird
and our butter mushroom
backs
into the valley
down the middle like
a water sword
dripping past dry
people doing with metal
in their pits
pistons
leading to the fence I
built or
maybe to quiet
and unnoticed aftershocks
becoming bigger and
bigger until aftershock is a word
that will be used to describe what
happens after this shock these teeth
tear and grip nicely this 95 mph hollow
chest this hot gravel that spits
up beneath our car and sprays behind
us in a red colored shade of sweet jesus
not knowing and not caring or thinking
or looking just metal plastic oil pistons
nerves purring blood-fed shifts of skin
and sinew and bone wrapped together
SOME SORT OF ONOMATOPOEIA
then we smoke and
I stare at the sparrow
