there’s nothing here to say
nothing here go away
run to bed, there’s a candy cane
to suck beef jerky if you like
lights are dead electricity
in deficit someone else moans
that pay off your desire close
your eyes rise through the pneumatic
door this flowering canoe is your dream now
broken where the army corps
intended a puckering of commands
crack up from the topsoil opens
toward the prodigious sun nothing nothing
needs to be said that’s what we missed we
are missed breath cobras in the grass