Breath verse

can I precompose my breath verse
the perspectively idiot ramblings
of a sun-bathed leaf-cheese-coffee
sutra
pine ocean atrophia

can I sense other
Mother Night disciples
featherbugs
only now curled very gently
under your elbow
island
exchanging beads and firewater
for oil
the other way round
conclusions
afraid of your savage eyepillow
stranger
moth collecting
van Gogh's repainting
bluegirl
shygirl

can I make you Mother Night
rename you on several occasions
forewrite you an altar
carefree for a pitiful while
wild
seagully enthralled
just
there

& gratefully offer bum radio magic
resistance code-poem
charms
to other distant
blazed w/ armygreen
skyways

which remain the very first sky
of our birth
the very last sky
over
Earth's sisters tired
still dirt-painted
thighs
waiting...