ReRites (Deer Wedding)

Trapped within distance a deer yields to the wedding; And love half-guessed, gushing, leaps soft-scuffed scalloped leaves. Some chopped despair roasting scandals, silent things, mute friends. Both noise and sleep are peace, Walls are peace, alive, and talking. Now, I say: We’re older and will see or not what happens after. Burning, decorated with plastic feathers flailing on the orange garbage heap. An erect cat pushed to cross the desert glass, flashes over it as it rains Through my warm body’s sweating shape your cascading voice rips open streets And as you drive home, leaking ultra-violet smells, you lean on water I am afraid we have come to hold fluids as thoughts. Someone catches me and I again know less what could be. [OUTRO]