Retrieval

get back to the old steam at the end of cedarwood

apples ferment on the brown ground

the back of my gun skull

farmer’s electric fence                 gone

in my snow shoe adventures

the time i crack my head open on a post and bleed in the snow

the doctor super glues my skin

i go to sleep

the last year of harford haystack cornfield

rolling in the bluejay

my mother is more beautiful than me

with so much to look at

around rocks road

power lines between the trees

don’t mention me on monday

marry me in the fall

capture the first man horizontal from the steel building

an airplane is too obvious

a typewriter makes room for a red guitar

in the back of my car

it is winter again and i think about tradition

how it changes the air between hands

i grapple with future hen eggs for posterity

the eventual reality collapsing down on top of me

suffocate my salvation before my knees hit the floor

dear god i love you

forgive the time i shun your son in front of his mother

charge through the cedarwoods

someone i can’t see

afraid to open my eyes

no sound comes out

my father saves me

i am fire in the brush

the briars on my shoelaces

scratches from a thorn bush

run barefoot bleeding drunk from fat police officers

i don’t know when i lose them

i hide in his house

plead sanctuary inside the seven souls of my body

all the holy sisters—is this too far gone?

the back field full of horses

bleed one to feed a pack of starving bats

thankfully faints before i get my hands in

the moon full of my youth parts before me

red in hazel witch eye                        crystal noose

     bareback switch

flies born from cow’s milk

gather there to pray

the time years later i want to lie by the stream

there’s houses now

a brand new development on cedarwood hill

the stream is sad and trashy

drags tired minnows to their dead die death

i swim in the air it isn’t fair that i travel still

while they sigh in soft decease

up to my waist humid and pale

pallid oars pry heavy stones from their cuneiform graves

i clear a field to seed my earthen blueprints