From “Surgencies”

the song of the frogs

shakes the head up better is

the song of the coldest snow stepped is

the song of the cranes as

they grind us all

around our feet

the dusts of polish

brilliant ass ash fish guts

keys burned cold in

spinoza’s shaky paw

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right yes none know the door

tho some force one

most let the spine

dine on wall

down on wall street

the woman with one shoe

smokes bus exhaust

thru a shoelace

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it’s metallurgy urgency surgery

when every frog when

every bird throat heart surges

ear re-origami in there

surgencies

water’s musics

many one for love

boxer everyone

shoulders flung

forward

on the stool

the trainer the song

fixing nicks

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the song the ice

pressing pressing

all around the rising burning

of our emptying faces

and my eyes egg on a cold planet panfrying

planet fry pan and

my sleepy snake spine

relaxes its diamonds and

my ears green grasses

dug down thru to

such deep drifts

and the deer

warm as early summer fence metal

in little pulls now

toy car mouths

feel me away

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such that i throw myself out

with the recycling

can in me fender

cardboard giftwrap

glassy jelly jar

nasal dripped full

bacon grease

do we all

reduce to such slime

rub it on yr gums

peddle petulant pine

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this surgency

song of the peepers

firsts this day

it’s all gone the matter with

and i am the wheelbarrow

atop it balances one rake

such crazy lightness

plastic wooden rake ray

crazy strange lightness

empty wheelbarrow bow

with a leg log screwed to the cracked handle

when you lift something born to lift something

with nothing in you lift something

of nothing scud for a wheel

churl burl churl burl and this

mighty lapsed wheel

every word over top every other