I was in a hurry with traditional fabrics
And untraditional kens. Grey fellow
In cowl, intimation of agnostic
Sheep. I found myself at once
Getting lost in the paddock. Baa theory
I’m incorrigible. A day is not a day
When somewhere else it’s not. Your whips
Are no good to me. I tried the hay
The grass the thistles and the yew
And even now I’m crawling on all fours
I seem to be getting somewhere
No. That’s only the hair in my paws.
How is it so easy to die? Always
I anticipate the future. More money there
Than anticipating the past. That’s gone 
Down the cone that keeps me safe
From myself and my simplicity
Wandering a vast grid of simpletons
Renting dream parts and mutton
Parts. The radius of a bone is a hole
With a hole in it, wooly hole,
Man and woman hole. The work I do
Is vague with photoreal explanations.
Carded I knit myself sweaters of myself
And I’d follow anyone with a patient line
On matters of the sentiment the intellect
I don’t understand. That is unless
When you stop talking I start learning
To domesticate the furies. In that regard
I am a newborn ewe bleating away
In the oldest circumstance imaginable
Here where it gets dark. The tasting tour
Takes me past sights and sounds and smells
So few I could list them with the single word
Pasture or pilgrim I’m so easily distracted by ideas
Detonating in my head like illnesses
That burrow toward the center of the earth
As I encounter remarkable babies and
The mystery I end up with yarn to ball.
Mystery neither you nor I believe
I came from the animal perimeter
Or that I wore my own petticoat.
Only what I tell you I made is mine.
Maybe you are carrying me presents
Are you? You look so good and kind
And idealistic digging into me
At the spot where pressure is greatest.
A leg? Not to brag but it’s firm. Everything
Is useful about sadness. When I’m out
No one’s in. Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, preying on the weak
Like lick a lick of me. Salty face
Blue flies in my fur. What do you want
Me to be you? Right in the middle 
Has my name over it. Read knot
Letter by letter. His. Hers. Yours.