Pigeons of the sea 

Four seagulls float

over the bluff the last

one in-line, in-visible

tethered aft. The frontal

gull imagines the tertiary

gull saying to secondary

gull as she yawns,

No charge for that one,

this it is fully tax deductible.

The fourth gull is actually

an albatross and the tether

a string of humming birds—

tongue to leg, tongue to leg

tongue to wing, tongue to neck.

This aviary dental floss’ got

pounds of tension on these

leathery pigeon toes. Peer

at the pigeons of the sea

for they are the knots in the trees

with wings like banana leaves.

Please let me hug you

tall bird, the tallest of trees.

Telemarketers envision vacation time at the lake

Roadrunner, if I could have a hairdo

like you I’d smash all the glass

in my house and not clean it up

for a week and three quarters

of a day’s pay in quarters

but I can’t do that do here

camped under the rain fly

and closing my mouth

from sidewinders who search for

the warm tent

of my throat.

The future is a week

from tomorrow’s good guess

Cryogenically freeze

my eyes please.

Shellac them to

save them from

alligatoring. Remove

them from my body

while I paw at pawns

with my feet. Keep

my eyes asleep so they

can only answer questions

on my dividends with silence.

Hover above

Sometimes I wish I could fake levitation

while lying next to you in bed. Levitation

like some great leviathan breeching above

the ocean but with slight of hand instead.

How many Holsteins have I drank milk from?

And above my grave

will stand a butter sculpture

of my head and Adam’s apple,

that walnut, neck grown

as the hair on my ears

burlapped, son and let the crows

come serpent tongues thwapping

let them call long distance

to the cactus wrens, let them enter

the canister of my brain. When we trance

we find we were walking

to the sea with weights of smog

in our pockets.