Darkness comes to
the electrophotoreceptor and it
likes it. A drawing down,
a benediction. The children
will disinherit and envy the sun and will
every day of the year.
A jump, a twitch
I used to feel that
in the sand, the
way a train
knows about children from far
a way to cut select
rewards with a shark’s tacit
surety? And in all
he drinks and in all he
vermillion nectar.
Water conducts electricity
just fine when the tree
forest falls flying.
Were you the man
walking down the street
tied to the telly were
you the woman on a narrow steel
box beholding
another room
feel for the neural crest
electronic train whistle
it’s you it’s you Arizona