what kind of omen are you

a jaguar slips into night
a bullet becomes a bell

I enter the belly
of a black crocodile
smiling blacklight
wrathful

her warm body my no body

why do we fear death if we love sleep
my circle body knows
every exit is an animal

animals come out of my body
my son’s instinct to kill
opens doors
he is not a coward
I tell him
every housefly is human
every monster is a mirror

I want to kill only by giving birth
I want to kill skillfully like nature does,
or my son

I look in the mirror
at my monsters

every disaster is compassion without value

if my body is an arrow
it is waiting to be shot
from a longbow

or carried over the steppe
by an ancient trance runner
lung-gom-pa

my alchemy body
turns tax forms into trees
bears backward, glass unshattered
bird song in reverse
predawn

ahhh
my body a seed syllable split
and dropped into
warm names and scorpions

at night we come out of the moon
the clean crack of bone over ocean

my water carries me around
blood osmosed by oceans
ordering me to animal different lands
and I obey

my fox body wild
with the oracle’s instinct to lose control
no matter the cost
or what else is lost

my yes body a wolf body
gript by the mad djinn Yahweh
”a hutch to trammel some wild thing in”

I dream in thunder

my body glows with the horse come home
Andalusian inside, bell jar’s tilted ring touched down

I see you, thunder to thunder
bell to bell
omen to omen

a group of dreams is called a body
what omen becomes you
bell burnished smooth by blackness
mouth open
hitched to exhilaration