I salute that various field. James Schuyler
Chamomile — an electric blanket
Bathing alone in an empty bathtub of moonlight
A symbiotic coexistence of everything being haunted
Hypnagogia — a collection of short stories woven into the sedge mat
A shadow’s echo speculates by the bleached wall of papyrus
An incense stick crumbles into ash — a garden snake sheds its skin
Falling back asleep inside the mirror of dreams
The puddle’s canvas, catching watercolors of the rainbow rain
In the cemetery hospital, a ghost with hypertension gets an ablation
A heavy metal album played backwards — “snoring”
The garbage can choreographs trash — emptying of disorder
A comingling of vowels into a diphthong intercourse
Vegetation grows in the third person
In the dark coolness of a culvert, the monster slakes his thirst with a lollipop
Dandelion — a procreating landmine
Woken up by the bright star of a poem’s voice
Paralyzed by a wicked spell of translation
The private symbolism of a curse — a lake whispers
A house lifts itself up — unwritten epilogue
Earthworms and rotting leaves — the smell of a dog’s groin
Painting eggplants and pumpkins, “Dinner time”
In the candy store, children shoplift with their smiles — gummy bears levitate
Breeze of fresh air through a closed window — art museum
A memory of Etel Adnan carried by the morphing identity of fog
The house cat never really sleeps always daydreaming of killing
Sculpture of a coffin — sunflower
Underneath the light fixture an illuminated biosphere
The font of poison ivy punctuated by red ants
Modern art — macaroni & cheese
A spaceship made of flesh
Ancient underground stream — surfacing worm eclipses moon
Punk rock Buddha meaning of life: Eat, sleep, and shit
A hermaphrodite’s silent monologue in the redwood forest — banana slug
The lily, the rose, everything in the garden that grows — a penis
A rooster crows — the pots and pans in the kitchen wake up singing Edith Piaf
In the house of mirrors, a vicious cycle of dreaming of dreaming
Doing laundry in the middle of the night — a spider’s mindset
A moth smashes into the lightbulb — confetti’s lack of concern
Polka dots everywhere: The Earth, the Sun, cough drops, you and me
The paintbrushes are also chopsticks — lunchbreak
Gojira’s radioactive heart leaking empathy into the ocean
Blind — “Draw what you see, not what you know”
The anatomy of language, each bone a syllable of the skeleton
A liminal orgasm between sleep and waking —
Understanding, the garden unfurls
Alice ate the pill and the pill ate Alice
A cigarette with a UFO ashtray
A rumble and vibration in the stomach, like a phone’s text message
Hypnopompia — the kteuy shines bright walking down the street
Cutting open the lobe — continuous form blooms
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