norma l beautie s

daily occurrence—flip-thru
pages; here’s a sailboat

ever-ending     love
     whether chaos//laugh
     or quiet retreat

via car,

delicate tableaux

envelopes either party;
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--

Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; & so shameful to have none!

have we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins. how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone,

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle 

of a cough and i fart.

time for our medication—
let's set our hearts to rhythm,
let's lower our blood pressure.

slower, you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet spread, firm; lean forward, push the chair's arms;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, now slowly.

experiment 340: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—

 cranberry for color

Eexperiment 338: parade

Opportunity
and then the season is gone—
to see is this way

experiment 226: i am the voice of sarah strickland’s rage

 a flower

                   it doesn’t matter

     which 

     species

          is

                fed

microplastics

high Ph

               and blooms

               just

               because

               of you,