Frantic Boulder birds beat  time
in heaved tree dancer
   and dawn de color scheme
is East and brown is dirt
Birds like paths find drawn
    breath unsatisfying
Crack out   in lit desire in
  a bar of half-recognitions
  for they have eyes
beer bit swallow-fulls: jam
branched full the words
    are like candy – long practiced
in indomnable sleep but
birds are the shrill light
   pricking corners
  against my better cheek
  birds hum on the relay of wings