CHURCH OF STOPPING BY THE WOODS
There were no limbs. The limbs that betray
A powerline sway-backed or encased
In blue-nosed television, their bodies
In ice, a blank patch where he stalled
Gilded, having already stripped and jumped over
His mother's car, the children's groceries
A thawing hole in the pit of the white dash-
Some venison next season, her sweetness
Rang everything off, or kept the webbed foot
Till it sagged. Turned into the dark treeline
Of the family and waited for a sign. Their shuffling
Inside the trees was a feverish symptom
Of his own mimcry, held thirty seconds in his face
A whole painted body dropping down
To cover the wreck. Fishing it out full of water
Made every dim space seem inhabitable.
CHURCH OF CO'COLA
A road is jerry-built, heaving polished wood.
He took me in first.
The mesh was contraband, the firecrackers black-cats.
Red circles mean think about breathing.
Ladies monitor the money-changing and circles remain.
Their oak breath, a tree in the forest.
The body is a sponge and off its rocker.
You think to lick that fit.
Arms wrapped of habit, that bird knows the rounds.
Why do you think it keeps coming back to you?
A tie makes two strings disappear.
CHURCH OF THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE
Shared my beard with company and look where it got me.
A night you fight makes waste.
You are better to stand in the bushes, crying out.
You only have one hand.
A proverb smokes its stacks, burns autumn leaves taut.
Why don't we have children, would they make jokes about us?
Everyone at the party was open-mouthed except the children.
I placed us outside them and I became afraid.
I love walking in the clipped evening my pantlegs all burred.
I can't remember what you said you love.
Is the man in my moon being simple?
A hand is in my mouth making teeth.