April 4

 The whales don’t want you to look at them

your boats are not welcome 

yesterday they put the dogs out

but I said dogs ducks ducks docks 

so I could walk on water

why would I read when I’m protecting the whales

why would I read when I can walk on water

yesterday they put the docs docks out

so boats and tourists can traumatize the whales

do you think I’m making this up

next time the crowd surges to the edge of the bloat boat

and applied the quails you’re watching watching watching

as the oils on their skin fins fins thins

walk across the water to feel what they feel

April 3

 

April 1, 2025

 daffodil

rain is a brand of rapture
bees sluggish
wet fur groaning into daffodil guts

my throat my brother’s throat
shoot nazis in the trees pow! pow!

my brother was a monk I was a musician
now we gumption
through the trees our horse hooves
clop clopping our brains fucked
with news we wriggle
in this New American Church

put our heads
together tether the breath breathe in
breathe in breathe in
pick up a hymnal

put it down
smash our heads against the trees
they are horses too their strong
throats ache 

my brother and I are old
we fight nazis with sticks and words and fingers
pow pow! pow pow!
as we always have as we always have

in this new rapture bees shiver
hide in yellow palaces