After Etel Adnan’s Champs de Petrol
in the net a mother I want to hide
work joints board hold close from me
twist & sup a dusty city your soft this net
port each oil refinery city & yet work ribs
other from above the angles holding in
a complex Corpus Christi cut in sides in, in
I try to find a memory a map arced art
a handle of grass of a metro eries interior
for floating in the green of a country of becoming
but it slips hard rive that's given up civilization
from mr nest memory naming stations & pumped
my body wired after heroes from earth
bridges inside this handle every line
nodes little city attached a sign
to nodes are citites to handles of humans
stretches like Troy a shovel a mirror
& bends holds seven I can't grasp this mirror
to step beneath cities to break mirrors
