"Stained Glass"

WHAT SHE FEELS

park your responsibilities, vitamins, gun
i lost the war, i dont word a feather
its not my desk, i wanted birds

i walk, i understand, how much money
i was in love, it was good but crowing
a train, red mouth night

around her something, june silence
white city to fireflies, skin a palm tree
your giant nightpuddle

she felt something in her restaurant
agriculture full of night, new york
looked up, took a plunge

my windows limping, i never sleep
we're a desert, i begin throwing you
be quiet, california being mountains

shopping around the mouth of your miracles
trees circle the cushions with pink paint
use it, its yours, not birds empty so

peace shoes dreaded something in the dark
the moon blows up, i get a city
men are lying, all i try to do is shift

you get raisins, we have seeds
hairspray repeats in books
a babys startled history is what she feels

a baby is out but looking out, needing
i think what she feels, after this armchair
you should fold this, alleys of housing

the arthritis moon, foreign anti-oxidants
dont like these mountains, a baby is american
press those baby clothes

dont feel, feel what? i'm like you
clouds, husband; i dont, my bed
thanks, just objects, my mean

sandwiches of neighborhood
dont own her, get quite, very blue
smear her lightbulbs

go with your twelve feelings