Sunburn

1.

This is a funny face and this

A clown recognizing itself

This window was the same joke

Where not an inch but an abrupt

Word endlessly repeated

Thirty-thousand feet in error

2.

This word invites the mind to a cliff, to follow the impossible

trail of what's wet. But having walked too far, tolerance is now

an insult. Your skin never remembers. It was the literal snow

reading the stain that torture served. So beyond in your plummet,

it holes out to know nothing.  At last, a word seized the communal

bulletin of almosts. Counting days until someone puts a

pineapple together, it's still your blue, your citron.

3.

A tongue called reason

Performs where there is no wheel

The same goes for your limbs

In the nostalgia for, rather than of --

One of these terms is called arrival and departure

My mouth is trained to answer

Steps

There are none for the hole you described

The tool called slab submits nothing

Something a sovereign removed

But the rock or letter no one owns

Gives its own name

4.

The books (this book) when the weather is ripe. Not crows

when logic describes us. As if authority's word balloon is

building to a point. As if impossible verbs grow down to a

child's secret address.

See above (agreement) without the editor I hope to have. This I

stands, forming a queue habit in the gap it cannot. If my hand

could bend to a likeness, its hero would appear. A point seeking

hold from the neck down. Unable to be able, you are not.

Which means three syllables in a name.

But how consume buzzwords of adjusted worth

When even novelty is no longer new?

Remember, it was the words

Placed this asterisk next to your address.

5.

Letters come to think uncreated remarks are going to scold you.

The censor of any one versus the risk of losing the door. A claim

can or does by alternate readings but is never free to lose the

terms underway. For who can, will -- without calling the

animal out of the game. Living outside therefore, cannot -- by

repetition, since: a) nature conceals and b) science does not think.

6.

Not to oversleep the

Sun -- no element of bolt

Lists to the pain

Not aches through the passing

Fire as if a join looks

Into the true is. Myth favors

What all to all sets

Only the cause of kindles

Or the grasp of sleeping

To the exhaustive call

Where I is finally

Erotic.

7.

Saying is

(finally) the point

Of what few

Words please

 (circa 1994)