FOR THE PISCES FULL MOON
Old that remembers my hospitality
the old part of the part
(or should you be
big blue to me?) Waste life or a love
She points like my mother in doorways
like my Canadian sky pale
like I am hung now a 4 upon
Walk on oatmeal in the foyer her favorite story
without the letter u in there
You can be the bringer of cakes
You can be a bringer
She said, “It’s OK tears are healing”
(back to river back to sea)
CANCER
The US is a Cancer
4th of July the
turtle or tortoise or sign
of the crab
Tartarus
Daring to war with the gods
A hard-shelled creeping
and insignificant-looking
creature
CODICES TELL US
A girl is taught to spin
Then disobedience and a speech-glyph
A dark patch representing tears
“Women were not considered
very important in the warrior society
of the Aztec”
I AM THE OBJECT
I am the object acquisitive
Well I play with they
am me Outside the outside of the
outside As anyone is
Poets repeat the word in the small prime
of 3
Yell to bring
the real of being
CROCUS, NO BUTTERCUPS
Could be called “butter cup fool”
or “Sweet Buttercup” yellow
yellow why would you ask
that we sing “Fill me up
Buttercup, Baby”
(just to let me down)
A kind of door open/closed
Sun could groan “we could
try it” Sunspot Moonspot
It’s how to keep you kept
and remember through curtains
(skipping over spring again)