Amuse bouche

The telling listed

the ant-swarmed candy

in the mouth

Propped on browning tooth

of the sleeping boy

His song, his song

was insistently sung

I want I want

I want

He dreamt of the

green falling fire

all night long

His hands pawed

the suffering clutch

Wet

In curtains and waves

cold hands colder hands

hold one another down

rain and rainer breathe fog

blanket cloys with shiver

Tulips slur jokes

into cones of daffodils

they break through

deaf clay to hear

Birds! Birds! Birds!

yelling at the sky

Muscle strummed quakes

still gooseflesh to still

the pavement's colding sweat will burn

Watch your buds breaking

it is coming

but please while it is wet

wear a coat