For the halibut

MegaHALibut. For a certain person, this makes a kind of sense.


Like music, movies
manipulate their material within the
globe lamplight,
pulling down the
conditioned psychophysical world of strange awakening
or i go to the zombie a cure or
sliced cucumbers
4 fresh parsley sprigs

brush halibut steaks with olive oil; salt and pepper.

line up far edge of time
to be lost, freaky, forever seeking who you are, just as liable to be your swimming pool.
a canned peach, says one aunt, lasts ten years.
spare me from the monsoon rains
signs its name in the last turn
this is ground control to major tom, you've really made the noise, and then, around the bend,
a host, of golden daffodils;
or by a maid in her aspect and the mirror one more time
that grows beneath our feet.

( For the halibut )