Humming on Lawn
On the desert,landscape-
wet canvas layers and elevators
fell me out-
along with you,
on the skyplane... 
also with sayers-
of ghost reckoned fertile, 
what will you,
make of truth
---. ATARI SUMMER DRESS .------
press play
August phone call
wheat breakfast
no commercials,
underwater head-dress 
patio,
umbrella-ed folk-talk
about the greek technical difficulties
in the lake of mazagines 
reaching into the stars,
so fixedly smiling
on cold beer on a cold day
we have rec-rooms
to shatter in chase;
bikechain metaphor 
of course...

Riding on a camel
into the desert doom-  
to be alone with night-blooms;
Blue smudges of moon-
caught between
us and a sun-crown, 
shine like pyramiads