Mothology
- or Dr. Magnificus Schuster's Orchestral Rehearsal at the Morgue
moth driven
the glacier stops
by the Sunday china
not many can do that blow and suck in light through a trumpet
half her hip is a galaxy
leather fingers count all the 1's
in an eel
a faint flicker in the non-person and revolution eats itself
Schuster's Asylum
each child's head filled with soil
and dolphins
until Time gets here let's build cones of sand
indivisible
the snap of the fingers
round midnight
the largest ear in orbit zooms in on questions about horses
a noise in the next room
Schuster conducts an orchestra
of radium beetles
it's a story in which you put needles into smokedolls
she gets away
the girl with a copper beech
growing inside her
to start a hill first dig a hole in another place