on the first of the month I speak rabbit rabbit rabbit
like morning prayer for
good luck like foot-rot soft-toe found in a jacket pocket
three months into the coldest winter feeling
the fur lining the soft webbing of my fingers
colder than could be remembered after a great highway sign
journey out of a desert snow fall dusting the dark blue
paint job on cold steel
missing the heat missing her with flowers
in hair spreading legs one arm brushing across
the inside of a milky thigh feeling the wet
that drips from the softness under a breast
circular fan rustling the loosest cotton this side of a railroad
track monsoon song heard rolling towards
the mesas the sand dunes la playa
and douglas firs sahuaro to sequoias
we found you crouched in the holler suckling the tits
of magnificent sanctuary
knotting pieces of widows hair like steel wool
‘round a flat head screwdriver
tears running the makeup over fattened cheeks
tears flowing like rosary beads a jesus at half mast
there for you cause jesus will be there for you
like he was extending a hand smashed in the tin press
saying believe in me I’ll hold your sanctity
in crippled palm believe in me the white sands
protect a moon bleeding the fates
we’ve thrown into harrow basins a tar baby in the rattlesnake pit
believe in me because I am a dream
put down like lame horses
saddle-sore saddle stitched mouth shut
buried next to those runners of the blue grass
toe-up hooves cut off cast in bronze
with death walking the sunset home I am a dream
like oxygen
like dead rabbits like busted blood vessels
in your mother’s eye believe in me
I’ll teach you superstitions
carry limp bodies to Multnomah Falls
dangle them like worm-on-hook
near the breakwaters and fall asleep
to the prayers for forgiveness
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