Douglas Piccinnini
WILDLIFE
my green is my green”
and trending
and huge
woodlings porch
the ordinary forces
and caked w fur
and seasoned
the water beads
around my leathery beak.
Let’s not think about
breaking let’s not break
anymore of my things.
SERVING THE HEAD
Only smooth channeling.
Only soothing annuals
to ear the way.
Which that I see
tingling fury
so possessive following
doubling becoming.
All the states
throat up.
All the coin towers
tooth down.
PLAY
Por love of noon
cracks the grape
feeds the sky
pours its plain young
explaining on everything.
In the thistle I hear
wind coming too
maudlin wind
so full and filling.
Liked those.
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