i dusted off my winter wings in the western library
fluttering through american railroads and oxidized artifacts
awash in a dark sea of
thousands of buried letters
made soft and rotten in a backyard earth hole
i jumped into a garbage bag like cartoon pajamas
and slam dunk a rock into your forehead

we could dig up the hound
or drip hot plastic on a fern
in the barn, scratch poppies,
bike jump a cigar cloud
by the porno tree
or snakebite a lake hand
in a blueberry mouth smear
let's wade through another desperate swamp
forgot the life jacket
but we can swim now
in blue smoke
and fly into the fog
after dinner