But a Storm is Blowing From Paradise

Circles in the Sky

31 Circles in the Sky I want to want to tell you about dakota where I rev the wolf in my throat zone of avoidance buffaloing the sky above my throat twinned to twin fish a dinosaur of black in the druggist’s back yard 32 licking pisces from the galactic plain’s bootblack hills a cello spruce & shined spits a dirge for every torched library extinct star & keystone keychain that falls to the floor of the car between the pedal & the metal 33 the way cross country has always been lugnutted to a wheel cartographic ...