Friday 

I am shiny 

in too much denim 

in the meadow behind the art school thinking of you 

you left 

you walk across the sky 

and I am too sentimental now 

for the underworld 

for the timelords 

in the river beneath the river 

I am drawing a mountain 

it is reminding me 

of you 

this mouth pulls stars out of the sky is something you said 

you with the satellite eyes 

the see-through bones and clear blue lighter larkspur 

a word I heard today 

which can be traced back 

to the Greek word delphinium 

which is derived from dolphin 

the dolphin and the larkspur share a nectary which feels total 

because I’ve been thinking about Orpheus

pulling his dead girlfriend out of the underworld

the only thing he had to do was not look back

Easter 

I 

Pink & Purple 

nylon windbreaker 

wet & dreary 

Monet eyes 

lily violet crocus 

all circling aquatically 

freshly born 

around the 

ancient oak 

II 

I want to slide into you 

the bird calls were endless and supreme 

my father’s abandoned sailboat in the yard 

eventually all collections break and get replaced 

by the dominating 

illumination of the sun

III 

In abundance 

of The Great Heart 

I am slow to destroy 

but quick to mourn 

I tell you this 

when it feels golden

IV 

I shed my death goddess hair I will now settle for: 

the mockingbird 

the daguerreotype 

the useless piping 

of religious holidays 

V 

He was the peasant king

He was thirsty for blood

He took me by the hand shredding the dusk 

When I fell back to earth I went out to the shed 

opened a polyester lawn chair and died.