free market
she (hera)
knocked together a dozen or
so heads
god killed billions
bodies over
the abyss empty brains
& chipped red
fingernails buddhism
breathes out
compassion the state
of
emptiness
is
filled with prophecy & the future's
market
the serenity of prometheus
who has
accomplished pain
if I could be less I
would be more than
the hairs on my head
counted by the gods
who made us &
then laugh at our despair
the canvas
is absurdly simple
hera can only count to
ten & connect the dots
her lovers are
a serious business
she rolls with them &
repeats their mysteries
god
has not heard a word
she taps her pen with
an arrhythmic heart
beats later
she is born wrapped in pink
skin
artemis/floats
if I hide in the woods/chewing roots
or mold & trees caught
the slash of light/
comfort
my burial
the fingers emerge from
the heart hanging onto dear
life
my dearest/
I am unformed& lightning struck
artemis/
temper is contained on the acreage
the blood
owners
I stepped on her toes
the lady slipper/
I gulped the strange brew
I knew you then
in the wilderness of wild music
the taste of
loss grown from my tongue
celebrations/ you are here
in black
&white
antiquity comes
from the fire
/no
don't go away
I need you
& the leaves embalmed
into stone a quixotic dismissal
the exit purges
absence & wine dreams
a muse stomps on
leaves
give me back my privacy
in a communal/
song/ I am a note
between
the rest/ when you
tore my heart
notation
yes
if it would be
different from the same
countless chances
far away
close up
aren't
these molecules I can't describe
an exit from the entry
if I could choose
the musical nature
war is an
absence
I arrange
by not listening
the songs
of barking dogs swaying
bridges
barley
when the wind
breaks
loose the electrons
unsynchronized
we are arranged
in squares
selling odds & ends
antiques
disturbed secrets
hearing them mumble
about lost love
later
futures lost later a joyous
space a spot
in the wilderness
exploration leans
the heart
toward
the conscious feet