shyku against empathy sculpture

no caricatures for you
to strike to
understand what's lost
in your likeness

shyku from within a policy thicket

that you know nothing and yet
withhold everything is what
the commonplace shows of
repose which we as beasts of
heart and lucre
can only plunder

mithridating shyku

to surprise the paralyzing plus
of aggressive human doing
a means by which falling
lands in itself

shyban shyku 2

for one is married to the world too we learn love of the world from the song of songs don't we not copulation with material goods but rather a spreading out in the good earth this too is symbolism sure but allow me to be hard-headed to be literal after such an original start after conceiving an idea that might reorient the spaces of our lives for one is married to the world too one took a vow in the earliest days of living when fallen stumps could be tinkered into airplanes and flown and the night fell like a blanket with breathing holes we took our vows in and the sacrament was so large it did not need a church or priest the question and the answer were simultaneously born in the body and now you are older and have neglected your young wife she is still so young how many days how many times I want you to stop and count and then we will all add up our numbers and the total figure will be rough approximation of the distance we have gathered

shyku waiting for a train to pass

'i like my women
thick like a snake'
graffiti union pacific

shyku in quiet proof inframince is life

who can say how confusion moves
as an internal swarm
or fragments of total home, but

walking past without much mind
a typical billboard this morning
above me there was this
demure and gargantuan model’s head and bedroom
eyes shrinking
to thoughtful size
obligatory parted lips
amassed curly hades
locks (black) frothed in fertile contrast
with an ambiguous flower
(yellow) of paradise, tucked
like a pledge
behind the ear, purling
in star formation open
long thin petals from which
a heathen stamen tickled
my eros, not unlike
antannae and not quite
in subtle fantasy displacement of legs spread
rhyming with invisible torso
to which what? the sole response
could only be
this is Dana, gangly charming
of several parties not at all
smoky or fatal, vertical and inverted
into a flat thing
to be touched, elsewhere
how stupid, for a haircut at Aveda salon

all natural shyku

cockleburs straighten me
and so i am no small flow king