catalogy


beneath the breach, nothing evaporates

the taxidermist being so longwinded and difficult to cast
roars anxiously into a tunneled mouth

I left a hook in the line:
the fish are on strings

A comely vice
above a guilt-ridden floor
or remote collaboration

quick, engendered
fast by any pelican’s standard
is not what record said to arrival

but in such

only half of you will be thrown off

“Kind of like lead,” … “Or something
so axiomatic that even its negation is true”

2.

point of painted view, the difference
between scale and proportion

something huge, like grain approaching

one panel filled, traverse to animism
a mandrake homuncular

or horse child

commingling
amid a sheet of geological tools
tangibly foregrounded

like some great shawl in an etagere

3.

As soon as the footage ends
youth’s club meets curtain

another medic or mother unpublishable

the history of horsepower expelled in sight

a gallery for cameras

“Describe your emotion through the emotions of another”
The only thing I want is “for my worst case scenario to be better”

At the cusp, a generative sea floor—
or such treacherous rocketwater

4.

When beautiful duchess’s grandfather died,
she snuck into his closet
and stole his Styrofoam legs

even this

Her grandmother pierced butterflies
to make the table arrangements flap

lady, circus-crush this hammock
into metonym or obelisk
so filled with company

“Onset” promoted
“Offspring” unwrapped

angels baptized
before jaundice

ideas singe moments
and dice will flow where they will

5.

dusty harbor of strange sticks
are you earth or geologist?

From the basement, permits
to touch unpainted sculptures

didactic or otherwise cross-legged

an electrical outlet makes the bed possible

the moon looks so ridiculous again

6.

being subsumed, a cardiac quill
enters a chorus of beards

each thought contains a thousand ignorable vistas
and one California diner

what is operative is often
the static point of relation

a salt shaker, for instance

then all metal washers
seeping temperature into your hand

7.

Today in Topsail
“we hear them speak of danger”

like a familiar object’s analytic slimness

withdraw or lose the canister
proceed or be thrust before the biting

the earth makes tiles when we speak

our protagonist
whose chief characteristic is never to be used
taunts her incorrectness
taking pains to affix

a hidden yellow story