big talk

    
about this or those woods, their
stranding perfumes: the sonorist 
pulls out the center and leaves only the verbiage. 
DIRECTIONS FOR MANEUVERING MY NARRATIVE BODY. 
tithed and wonder tap clap a lowly and 
expressive weed you forget it is the time of spiders and poetry and 
i don't mean in that way a glimpse of frog
(sonorist or editor)
means something like everything does
way there lept 
conceal your purpose on spittle-bug sundays and
ambered routes home
(the route is the home).



    “the route is the home
    i want you to know
    and i want you to
    remove my center
    (sense without meaning
    [i can separate 
    pleasure and purpose
    splash and big wide shots
    faith and the city
    weather and sex] no
    i will not confuse
    waxing delaware
    or flickering blues)
    almost immortal
    it's what stirred in him
    at route or at home.
    what's a girl to do?