Their Eyes See Green Spots in the Sun

Napalm God with the Blue Parot mask abides in west Sonora. Can turn water into wine, wine into blood for those who thirst. His cloud-drum brings rain to the desert folk. Once, His burning flesh (finger) touched the earth, creating a burbling pool of tar. To this, an obsidian obelisk was erected (el pente negro) where They gather, wet shanks & loins at sunrise.

Apalachee Dream

Cowblls awaken in the crow-caw morning bogland mist, where ancient DeSoto skulls sleep deep, smooth & serene. (Their) doppler voices trace away like pilgrim Picasso children descending bald Spanish Steps. We see them pause & turn to toss red berets into a cubist bovine sky.

Orbit

The fairy ring glowed in the funeral night like footbones seen in the fluoroscope at an old Buster Brown store. Three moons in the sky.

Next of Kin

Younger Slowcomb's orphanage name was a fiction. He knew this by moonlight as he made his escape. Fish knife, crokersack & B Ward's community bible was all he took, in addition to his deadly good looks.

Blue Latitudes

Horus-eyed moon deep in Capricorn; grease-pencil lines seachart sharp, no mistakes-- You can smell forest apples three leagues out. Fortunes sink beneath the rim of the earth. Asleep. On Nightwatch--

Coctail Napkin Poem #1

Crocadile teardrop tattoo (must have hurt like hell) caught my eye straight off-- Black lace slip showing: "Hello. Sorry I'm late." I stood to seat her. Talcum-white calf curvy as an ampersand & smooth as a shark tooth flashed like some electronic door-swipe ID. "Lady, You look so damn dangerous!" Footnote: Word has it that seven Italian ex-boyfriends are buried in the desert. Las Vegas 1968

Paiute Cowboy Burns His Bible

On Thunderbird Mesa a cyclone ghostwind shakes his angry fist in the high conifer, shouting enormous words of lost scripture. Eerie green foxfire flickers in a mindful circle of timber & ash. Redsky prophecy--