World Harvest

Wikipedia Poem, No. 907

compliant cosmos: i peel your offer from my body—molted down
melted down—bracelet-thing heras through the suburbs i say i
had some in my mouth—

weekend speech, strips of resin of mfa of repellant, delicate plot of us.

my diamonds prayer the grey splash across rampart of fire
hope blood redoubling about acceptance it is deep
et adhuc sub iudice lis est he days up in the defensive present

someone
our works of fire reach for moss
with slim time god’s lefthand plausibility
reaches afore to better days

up from much anymore to trim the offer back