outer senshi

stuck in a super slow golden eclipse

i'm a calm bone-whittler, full of bruisy calamity,

i'm the hardest softest hardest softest

all my correspondences back to earth

use the phrase:
let me know
let me
    know, think of a gentler request;
i've been up against and grinding
since there were sharps enough to cut,
my spatial interruptions
getting blunter, blunting my blunts til they're a twist
of remembered edges
                the essences escape still
i'm a wad of bluffs
i'm a buffalo gal, i will come all over
then expand, merge, bifurcate,
ox-bow around a little

forgive therefore this loyal telescoping;
pardon these plain quakes,

the sound you hear that's like 

twenty hungry guitars circling,

                                           i got taught 

to be careful of a steady winnow, forgot,

i did rupture.

my wavelengths bear no sheist particles,

when i find a hill i got to roll down;

remember grass, climb

 

can i be expected not to remember too 

a tongue
that was sun-colored,
a clutch to be impressed upon,
a real stand-out 

son of someone

you probably don't wake with intentions

in cold empty wind space out here,

say without alarm i wish

every moment from now on to be
the marrow your thoughts gnaw,
and the sweet star-dew they lick
when they wake from fits and 

stray to dreaming