Junebug playing with the shape of time
slinky, spiral
box
spring breeding on the curb nothing happens.
The verb never changes
in Mandarin
it’s always
happening the plate
always breaking on the man’s hand
at Buffet Palace Gladys practicing
her opera on loop through
infinity magnetic tape
grain sticky
shedding the particle
board forever a forest
apocalypse
means God’s will will
be revealed
and is a timebomb in the daisy
seed’s double helix
gear. Because of the way
time is shaped
every day
a federal holiday, Hippie Christmas, an abundance
of box springs rust
fungus blooming
and grand marshall, marking time
crashing cymbals, blowing whistle
SHEIN crystal
MLM scheme
my mom dissolved into
it’s work it’s temporary
there’s an economy
a crawling ant hill, metabolizing
sugar’s complexity and chemtrails. They weave a chemical
mill (spiral) they
get lost in their own scent
in the grass’s miniature yellow flags
effulgent
gas line red semaphore signal
of electricity
they’re plugged into
the procession
the zero-th dimension
one clangorous vibration
progress crescendo into yeoman
Temple Grandin ethical
parade to the bolt stun
the line’s illusion
of unfolding
the poetry of football
helicase
US Army sprays
zinc on the city
on the body
Corpus Christi
in the fifties
to track dispersal patterns
matter
over time
the swirl of Mississippi
into Gulf Stream
acid spine
history
ancestor
we don’t go anywhere
travelling thousands of miles
I am still fish and already what we will be
At that time, the language didn’t have a word
for language