NAKED IS ONE CONSIDERATION UNDER MOONLIGHT

It’s not the answer I was looking for. Next wonder.
Dreamscape tool and die, plush living standards. Now I
Will ask you to take off your party gown and cover
The trees. They’ve been wanting your breath so bad.
I walked here from Milwaukee.
On the seventeenth day
I came to listen and found—you’ve been there—this
Fountain with its tentacles of lightning and the
Arbitrary Anglican church services.
I felt lightheaded. I took the blood—I like such categories—
Inside a capsule and felt like I was glowing
With God’s DNA. Next town
Over the window opens and the window shuts.
The girls are sleepy and the strawberries remain
Untouched on the bedside tables
And I can tell by the way you are open and dry,
The smell of straw and pine bark on you, dry ice
Steaming in the gravel road, that this is a time for celebration.