Interglacials

I.

One snow, the leap out of memory.
My child’s eyes, blue in keeping
With the decay of clear soda, cola
To kangaroo leap, the eyes are blue
Like the memory of prehistoric fruit,
Frozen fruit, the social amplification
Of the cereal box, the migration
Of will across loops of commercial
Evolution, the wrong, just wrong
Creatures of nature’s uncolored: blue
To the jungle, blue to the ice sheets
Blue to the plastic doll’s eyes, one in
Every package, collect them all: leap
Energy contracts, the ice age snaps,

She looks up.


II.

She looks up.

Where the trees used to be breach
Of shade, where the metal securing
The slide clangs loose, one screw, one
Nut away, on a bench eyeing the little
Ones, the navy of youth burgeoning,
All army of the to be, horse stepping
And dance raiding the pretend housing,
Still able to imagine free air, the pretend
Arms of flight, and the trees, they used
To be, but now it’s so hot and the sand boils
Even in the furrows fresh feet plow
The swing arc gives no relief, the slide
No shelter, the kangaroo hop necessity
Strips blacktop from shoe sole,

From hunger.

III.

From Hunger

Sometimes I’m alone in my slick car
Of hunger, my metalized plastic cover
Of desert. Sometimes I fetish over water
Like a snake in a hole. Sometimes I cross
Bare dunes on a stomach of surf, boards
On the surface, logged days, stripped
Beaches from a tsunami of questions.
Proportion? Water to fruit and eyes
Parade through small town kidneys,
More convection comes with its own toll
More sweet crenellations freeze up
Bombastically like fruit in Tupperware
Memories. Ice age this to the eyes
Strew the slick in the forgotten fridge

Of heaven.


IV.

O Heaven.

I step away in to the mulch, brown
Separations left everywhere like bait
Fish in a sink. I step away on legs
To reach to the holy ground everyone’s
Talking about. So tonight’s show
Is hopped up to glass meeting
Pavement, can’t wait either. The sand
Used to be a star and now things
Are iced over, the blue dressing gown
Strings to cold beyonds, out of the park
Out of the systems of nearing, furthering
Tickling shards of left over infinity
So much left to stop and eat of, from,
Lobsters in the glass, so close to the end

They reach out.


V.

They Reach Out

From innocence to voices of comfort
Hips in motion, slithering to roundness
Like the forces of erosion make
Jewels of planets, experiments
In gifting and joy gone extinguished,
Gone out to baby’s eyes, quick
Spherical orbits which are on a level
About right to the eye of the sun
Which no one seems to think is weird.
So alike the family orbits this television
Theater: out to the playground, out
To the moose head invitational which
Is really only a rehearsal of the soon
To be, the quick switch and the remote

Lost in space.


VI.

Lost in Space.

Egg in bacon greased pan, you are preventative,
Unsecured heart stoppage and work release
Of the heart’s maneuvers to franchise
These fingers which like sea shores wave
To motion in a clap, an applause for the new
Series of bright mornings which clink
My eyes open each morning like icebergs
To my dreaming ship full steaming back
To the wetness, to shuddering and stink
Oh voice, oh slide oh pectoral airliner
Overhead creasing the orange sky like
“look,” she says, “A shooting star.”
To which there is only the squeak of unoiled
Chains, the two of us, faces pointed up

To the beyond the outside.


VII.

To the Beyond The Outside.

And outside the kangaroo sets, her
Blanket eyes a stereo, the street fills
With a thump-thump like bruising,
The trees shudder to autumn out
Their thong-ed oppression, I inhale
Ice crystals through waves of shrieking
Children, further than empty, orbital
Such as removed twirling, snakes
Of feeling, path-wise to ice age and blue
Hydrangea, corn flower, violets, blue
Bells, the cranked up forge of genetic
Memories, ice aged across the play ground,
Smeared mechanically into the ticking
Tooth rind of the whole speckled

crater.



















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