songs for james viii


down to the pool
of green,
children curved
from stone,
leaves the summary
of their sexes

a dead man
lives in the pump room.

the man in the field
whips his body
with burnt wicker,
his movement coded
by the after effect
of prescription medicine.
either that or
the collective
dreaming of monarch

singular column of smoke and raisin.
the mother snake eats her children.


takes a photograph
of the man’s
sleeping body –
lungs rising,
of a wedding.

you come back
to my arms.


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