The milk man's new cancer

Drain the lustrous liquid
lid below the ponds of
of rods and cones, the loam
leaves chocolate streaks
in loose arrays.
These are farm cattle,
the fragile bones
selected form in bilious
creeping moth wing wisps
like open flowing water
to malarial pools.
ladies steeping in muck
their hyde a vinyl fur
disappearing like ghosts.

Girl Riding Tricycle

A striving up of old wheels.

A wicker ribbon endless yellow
yields a sickle cycle elbow bone
bent on creases in cement.

Ride like scarecrow

Arms out, wild sent, wind summoned

Like a beast breast
burrowing deeper in dreams. 

burning leaves

Lean in burt like tires

Smoke bakes barn sides bare

Work unshorn, shoes in wet grass

Old leaves a wet nest,

A pudding of decay

Staying pressed.

Stoke the baking slop

The ceiling pushes up

Tipis of smoke

And fossils of burnt

Powder igniting fires

Over the farm shed

While gravity rakes them

Back down again.