THE RICH MINE GRASSY HIGHLAND
OF PLASMA

you live under a smokestack going berserk
sunlight comes soft and easy of climate
cradle emitted by some female moths
cuts a core into the end of the dial
instead of soaking into the earth.
Their majestic crowns on the water
of a humdrum lamp or lighting fix
your mascara rubs off or it becomes a gas)
for water pumped over its gill of sutured tissues

thus the spent blood stream glassy-smooth
found nine dark fringed segments of its tail
acid secreted visible in jagged mass,
expose 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000, 000,000,000,000,000 bare of trees
meteorites lying close together
on the medicine that bears his name withdrawn,
exactly the blade of your eye
and the teeth larger, these tiny animals
the record is filled from its usual pink
to a rich red floor, glowing corals melt
more at the bottom, he has made drab wild
flowers spread in gorgeous wafer-thin slices,

tied himself into a mariner's knot, lilac artery
tubing and boil tube rubber gut
can be the more important being:
afternoon with good light long-leaved
slit longitudinally, cleaned, and twisted
the long, long journey from darkness into the air
in the bubble, clearing, wings quivering
and glowing like fat thistles shot of swans
held in place by a coat on each side of its body,

the white, velvety light every morning
twin golden patches of bare glamour girl down
from the surface, sent out by other tiny swimmers
or shooting a mess to press slightly
into the pocket; sensitive hairs and toads,
vibrations on the front of the plumage
when the sun sheds its spots