no O

the bare arms variegate
pin of sun/balloon fountain
swaying instinctual
lineage of disappeared

hot old animals,craved
headlamp.her spine a theatre
some ½ nights spin in
a phial her tongues

aglow.& no
true words ever gone
this heart.the grass is dry
,white,& afraid.

~~~~

The only experience.
Wake up dead.
Outside maybe streets or the sea or a hospital ward or fish swimming

through the trees.

The vocal dumb.

I left myself somewhere.
"I left myself somewhere."

The thin world.
The fat sky,
The thin sky.
The noworld world.

Forgotten address.