Pseudopsychosis.

i.

black coat / I see death / in the moon /

and hawks nest / one worm / New York

drinks the flowers, I could imagine,

if I ever had a dream

it was not like this / bone split open and blooms /

ii.

it’s the snow, it’s the / cold / two fingers

on the stone before it’s placed on

half a year / later / makes the Earth

in flaming petals / to move its skeleton

on the rock / phantoms get drunk,

and hide to the blue shoreline

like some kind of war / where no man dies /

I count the bones / and recall a garden /

and recall / a glass figurine I broke /

on mother’s dresser / I go into the blue lupines,

and birdfoots / I leave orange petals

to go dying / to drown / the sunset

iii.

the cemetery is red

I kill / the time / the winter

is soon / and frost in early morning

is dead / but you’re roofed

in the coffin / as the stone

hides your ghosts;

I tug the black coat. I see death in the moon

begin to rise like moccasins.

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