Lately:

  

Lately: 

trees some

    and one broken

    cumulus like sky

    got fingers to

    card cotton or

    wool or flax maybe

       day

is the skin

and its temp 

-er

    ature and what

        you imagine

        you see is what you

        might like to 

        wear

across your danced out

    thighs tight as sail

            -cloth in the billow

this wind will

take you to tame you and you

rope and knowing only

                one or two knots

        go off sailing like a man

            or men who bluff

            forward

ignor

        -ant of the oily boil

                to starboard

                to port lost along ports dank as bogs

        the peeking free of people's needs

            lately            :            trees

                            some 

                    the likes I've begun

        touching and taking their stain to

me and sticky pitch as well

to my lips

    the tip of my tongue every scale oozing

        thick - pinch it - finger print

            the shell of the dead

                boxwood.