if you recognize

shush and shutter antics prevail.
antlers pirouette at ten percent.

pillows a mire of scabs and floating chains,
i ebenezer the floorboards while my handles clam.

shoals holler down does and hooves’
supple comets lamb a handful of wool

tipsy, umber lilies push salmon fjords
past smacks and into histories of adolescent birds

flamingos pall and censor feuds as far afield
as instruments and sutures will allow

chimneys whine as midnight’s hardly younger
brother pivots seeds into angles of leaves and pith

sheaves of hemlock tease shivering shields
and, like lights, people unanswered corners of the room

if kites hew candelabras in the fumbling dawn
then bruises can surely giggle shadows under the barn