so see oh echo

so see oh echo everything
you carers ask wrong questions wrong
we not yet parents need
open as summerdoors
to our childrens' flurries

and where dads were twenty
dads are thirty
you carers ask because you know
wrong is yours
wrong is mine
wrong's distant muffled chime

useless weapon

if you is the biggest. bigger
vastly than if she

spike your valorous
patience with barbaric
takingness

for fail is a flutter of feathers
from a brightly gorgeous
but long soared by bird

else nothing worth words
worth even scratching
down on a few-block bus-ride
better cap your useless weapon
and just look
at the sunny wind
stretching frail clouds to gauzily dry
faintly moving

i hear an animal

i hear an animal stamping
the other side of this
i first fuck there
is so much tongue blur
frail scripts when all
this fucking i hurts about
is a new

as things like wild moths

write right alright
a fish in sea of
feeling waiting weighting
you u you u you u
possessor of
professor of
unfelt i
can feel hard-ly the unfelt like
like's bridges to where love
has bursting buds like
our hands holding or god
forbid one little kiss plus
that moment just after where
that freshborn we
must eye-lock a second
and probably smile
say something
et dream cetera god
forbid those lovethings giving
our dreams things like
fingertips or god
forbid winelips or caterpillar feet
the very closest thing
to a real cocoon we get
to really have is i bet
like night when our quilts
-our unsmelled quilts (which we
have no idea how lovely they smell)-
are wrapped tightly 'round our separate bodies
and as things like wild moths we
alight on each others dream-hands