fire herd the hovel

my fire she sleeps in shells and seasons
kindling all reason, pearling our treasons
   my ear to her bell a fucked up noel
   no river no hydrant can soothe our spell

her angel faced flames make quick ghosts of groves
even the redwood and hermit crab know
   leaping sleeps flicker from transient bracken
   uprooting, returning, man what he's packin'

garages of garbage yet humans on sidewalks
ware house and where house and city hose talk
   put out inferno tamp down the response
   my fire he woke dilatory grey poupons

  go muster, you must heard, all bread knife& shovel
  her fire's afield, california the hovel


12-25-17
portland