she is under the rice
fingers poking up through the water
playing air piano
are fish allowed
to swim the paddies?
they should be
flashes of koi gold
among rich green
every hillside
a rice aquarium
with jazzy flowing
fish and rice
fit for a Sumo wrestler
who secretly yearns
to play furniture music
and wrap
Ukrainian Au Pair
smoke
cinder
ash
dye job from hell
calls Putin “Daddy”
spellbinding
back tat–
a forest
of impossibly tall
trees
with dark
squid-like branches
loves Billie “Eyelash”
possesses
a wicked
left hook
Cloud Corporation
They lock you up
and feed you clouds.
Cumulus
candy puffs.
Cirrostratus and
Nimbostratus gummies.
You float
on delicious filaments.
So much
wonder.
Silvery minnows
of the mind.
Nets
for the careless.
Stippled
with black
floaters.
Dusky Time
last days of autumn
have fallen
on your fragrant locks
like honey rust
clouds in the distance
rolling toward the
Rio Grande at Pilar
trout are biting
rattling the snakes
behind every rock
Star Spangled Bullshit
star bride on the beach
paging Pierre Reverdy
firecrackers
in dubious battle
overhead
not even close
to dark
She yearns
La Mordida
the Frat boys
mirrored
along the strand
her sacred curls
in airy zen piano
