6.

Two tired bodies
braided on the cold floor 
damp from the sea
see me in july in green
when the air sat on our shoulders like the devil
and the sky was open and empty.

In the sun
fingers walk up your ear and down your elbow
you could never leave my rock
like some needy crocodile 

My eyes close 
a cold nose to press against your neck
at riverside dock
when chadrack ran wild
and you sang the bible
[charlotte and liam are born in new zealand.]

5.

pillows/blankets/wine/bread

make the best of it

forget what i said.

laugh/scream/swear/sleep

let myself out

forget what i keep.

kiss/fuck/cry/dream

i'm not what i was.
i'm not what i seem.

4.

My severed waist
legs hang down to a painting of a painting
flapping like eels in electric cobalt.
hair squiggles on the surface
in dark amber.

Arms fret above the under sun
butter hovers for miles
in a black coral basement
of silent lungs and broken ships.

Diamonds float on a bracelet horizon
waves travel east in thousands
wash and rinse the skin of the earth
and pull back to a glistening paragon.

3.

The pavlova bakes
whipped to a warm peak
warm strawberry slides to my finger
and under my tongue
savor one sunday afternoon.

A saccharine song:
i smell kyoto salt
that dries spring cherries
Gyokuro leaves play God
in an orange spill.

Monday hangs in the tub
tie the spine to the drain
a pisces yellow August
ends in a milky sleep.

Fill up your lungs
with rosemary and thyme.
her braid unravels
and you drive away.

2.

i think some day i'll lose my mind

i know my mind

can't find itself always

i see you

like i want you

but you don't want me 

looking alone

you know you can tell me anything

you know my tshirts wash with yours

you know you can tell me anything

you know my tshirts wash with yours

count my bracelets

count my toes

you won't walk like everyone else

be around me and be alone

or leave me here with the best of them

1.

it's all fake without you

that young feeling

it was good friday

i believed what i was.