2 Poems

a balance with every speck                        existence teetering on the back of a fruit

fly            muzzled&muffled             speak             a balance with every soft/loud

hum    buzz   pour honeyed rotted rinds to gods to                        fruit fly soaring

speck in   thick air shroud of hungerwisdom under such a small  grain

breathing solid speak inbites slurps             mourn multiply in

meaningbeing  eaten forgivenfor gotten eventually all sordid small

solemnspoken  suffering            as/under/within speck                        Hark!

the supple stomach  round sound of somany small certainties so

i.

soak my pupils into the feathers of your neighbor’s chickens hold my balance

i.

rise on splayed toes over the rubber mat toward the gate that swings hums with gaps tells

me there’s orange in my future

i.

am a tree for 5 minutes without faltering under the sun that melts through fence gaps &

corn smells

i.

air grievances out pull hands together in prayer tuck over fall into chair

V.

you’re inside playing your bass &

                                                                        i’m playing games now

i.

am a tree again with what is left the chickens have gone in to roost