sun just clearing the treeline when my day begins.

slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in.

you will bruise my head, I will strike your heel.

drive past wind of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel.

dream at night

girl with a cobra tattoo on her arm,

it's head flaring out like a parachute.



prisms in the dew drops in the underbrush

skatecase sailor's purses floating down in the black needlerush

higher than the stars I will set my throne.

God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones.

dream at night

girl with a cobra tattoo

and try to hear the garbled transmissions come through.