G.

I love the idea
of mastery
but I have seen
what mastery
does when
mastery wants
to master
the world
even though
the master will
never hold
the whole globe
nor own the
wholeness of
new.  

F.

he drowned

swimming-

drowning-

words changing
when states
change like
chemistry
but unlike
chemistry he
is rotted by
stagnant
grammar
the small
sign posts
of correct.
he died in
pale blue
the water
like sick skin
without breath
and sunk down
to roll sweet
with lakeweed.
In private
silence,
the end
like autonomy,
the mastery of
concise.

E.

the meal
was ruin,
a pie
crusted
         reminder
of over
and under.
a drowning
of years
the stories
sopping.

D.

mouthing
bread with
old gums
slick with
sour,
like a
baby
waiting
for first
teeth.
break red
through
and make
meals like
wonder.

C.

I think
he was
the whole
throat of
mountains.
no sound,
nor light.
nearing the
still that
makes
gods open
awe mouthed.

B.

which letter
is able
to give
          a way,
                  a home less
dialect?
summer
in the throat
to relieve
one person
from
rust.

A.

eat honey
that drips
from trees.
swallow
the red
amber
down
until your
throat is
soaked
with
sound.

dust comes
up
pollen-yellow,
breathing
chalk wisp
to paint
words with.

And then
I am a
locality:
frequent,
patient,
and a
product
of pieces.