i.

            visit
his treason
            this logic
a leash

ii.

the sun shadow morning
walked a pocket
            until out
of a crowd

iii.

moist meanings aren’t

iv.

gorgeous, then a word about mouths,
throaty

v.

a car door slams
but everybody’s even
down the Nile

vi.

tragically gifted
but Uncle Peirce called him
“damn stupid”

her perfume percolated
making his nose itch

vii.

how so ever thwart

viii.

tender eyelid laundry

ix.

cut rain the horse
in songs that gallop

x.

bug zapper
            blue banjo, ablaze
philharmonically
front porch

xi.

effortlessly in the water temple
the faucet

but you want to know—
did it drip?

xii.

getting it all wrong
yet a worse truth
awaits

at least it did
last I looked

xiii.

zero moment

xiv.

a raindrop bridge
a ghost phone

yesterday, the mountain

xv.

sorrow is sometimes
            an eye
            of sleeping color

yes, reindeer blunder

xvi.

the fine words of the leader

xvii.

electric fan, used tongue
floating hair, staple gun

floating hair in a glass of milk
but you beg for depth

xviii.

Goya, 2008, held hostage

xix.

furniture rests, a cardboard box
a dirty quilt

xx.

retreat behind the yoke

xxi.

its feather sack
a paralyzed sip

for not far behind the beast
a curtain blowing

a beast curtain kept
a slight champagne

the cat is losing
wait on those tingling

xxii.

sweet overcorrection

***

Jeff Crouch is a writer in Texas. Google him.