A rain crow, an ugly, old barn, a field full of cottonwood trees, bright brown doe eyes a thousand miles away, a chewing gum forecast on a sidewalk littered with flower petals and red-bellied people-piranha, tropical slugs, clash of accents.
A musical happiness and an empty cell behind my eyes, bloodstream jets, my smooth neck and delicate skin, a sickness unlike all others, caressing Rosebud, leave it on the stem, a droll, locked box, my whales on a sleepy, black sea, a barbaric pearl in the bloodred red dirt, my obscure gentleness, heavy rainfall, a windmill aches and groans, it turns slowly in the sodden pasture, you can see it from the upstairs window.