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TEA GLASS HYENA

Rugs: saw-toothed,
In dog waves, clear late light
On walls in accidental union bitters

Teasing money doesn't
Teasing maybe sobers
Carry the tree the tree like a baby
Lassoes coldly seeming wine
Sing birds in paper dresses
Locking poor porry ruthless
Sundials classify forest rain

Pack of playing cards
On the pavement,
The van is parked at the end of the land.

The sky is made of flashes.

If you through erudition
Can make it summer
Let's stand outside and swill
Red Stripe by the door
Out of range of the nasty TV
Until the movie people show

My fever is under 100
So I wasn't hysterical when
I stood up from the bed
Murmuring so the paperwhites
Could hear and bend your name

Purple multiples soldered blue
And the artist happily astride
Blame the academics!
As if fat functionaries
Were blither herbivores

Toes barking through socks
Be polite. Every seven years
To ask for socks the astrologer
Says is the sign of cycles

Violence bright substitute
For accuracy, make feeling
Mudwort and cannonball
Xanthan gum spreading
For the stars and Zeus
Despicably as a water snake
Coasting up the golf course
At an amazing rate!

Sweet kiss offered so little now
I'm stuck thinking of gods and prose,
Of lifting the thighs of some glittery
Girl closer to the sun.