Fabulous Prizes, and: [Accordingly, you burn], and: Gone for the Summer

Fabulous Prizes

I am punctuated& cross-hairing

steer & deer, wildlifesowing oats

Spasm & spur, Ihope she likes metoo…

    Efficiently,like a blue plough

I’m keening liberty,ruly experience

I’m ideas of mules

[accordingly, you burn]

        accordingly, you burn   grace flesh to be had & all feeling slack     a handshake    begun is brand     surely you cannot be, night after night, burning in pity until youdrink yourself to sleep     grace each willing & every tendril that abandons its stem grace    marks pale on a wedding finger     burn the clerk who might lay to rest some question  but from whom instead you buy a second bottle     grace the cup empty of milk     grace    gates unattained & grace these lakes of fire   vodka so cheap that you’ve money enough      for American cigarettes     grace pillows & sheet, stamps worn inside a wrist   grace        parts & their sum     you burn precisely how the day shines a heap of letters

Gone for the Summer

Impersonations leaptin spray foam—

        Hate,

I for one hated ardorburied in the sands,

plaster & stone to ash:

pools a red light madewhere the days stoop& close—

        My handsin time grew into claws& joined a tidal swing