The clouds have their old soft boiled egg look back,
drifting over promiscuous buildings anyone can have
their way with. Grammar, we’ve lost grammar. It fell
away. To reconstitute add water. Or the unspeakable
mystery when our mothers met for the first time the men
who would be their lovers. What failed to be conjured,
reality delivered with a shrug, murmuring bingo. This is how
we are made. I would be caught up in planning a future
but then get excited about something provincial, a new car.
The slow asphyxiation of light in November. I was experimenting
with things. They were fine, though I couldn’t keep track of them.
A tray of books was placed next to me. I read them all
though I owed nothing to the present moment.
Countenance of the Sky
The kids are gone and all their sweets are gone!
Avenue A is O.K. so near to me, quick. Jack Robinson.
My work on keyboard and harmonium.
Sad Eyed Lady.
More urgently, what are you eating? Gilded croissants.
I woke up late. A galaxy of junk, far corner of the room.
Bottles I drank from back then. I lost an old friend.
Here she is again, in the margin of a dream. Sudden newness
of skin, otherwise ordinary blue streaming above, beyond
fiction. The reading eyes cross the black river
where the young congregate among resounding thuds
of balls. The moon adores the courtyard. What a comic
hornet flashing forth at the right moment.
Rapping at the gate goes unnoticed
but the beleaguered vines finally
catch a break.
Laura would often say
“LOL my apartment
is an enlightenment club”
Heat filled the foyer
and the toaster
shot bread at the ceiling
But those happiness drops
had never been—
ours to sample
Complicated strata of meanings
were compiled, from plastic tooth mug
to sudden breath of clouds
The stillness between trees
hoping to find a minute
to be disposed of
The earth was unmoved
the sky continued
do not repent
No revival of intimacy
since we were never
A dream of being and becoming—
the unity of the two—
to rain. Spectacle of tower
indicative of a show
Suddenly I’m exhausted
listening for somewhere
Hang a left, sidewalk ends
a voice said stop — evidence
of an axis of X-es
Years later you blinked
a single blink — Laura
her fishlike iridescence
A past visitation
the flies have nibbled
and moved on
Tomorrow on the planet Amor
the sun slunk back
in its socket
Book within reach but six words
are too many. A noted precipice fell
away. I wasn’t sorry.
Silhouettes speckled with growths
of calcite or cave popcorn
This palimpsest of emptiness
troubling your theory
Did you mean once
as in upon a time
or one time only?
My too short sabbatical
was made even less remarkable
by glimpses of obscure forms
Yellowing paper on my desk
two aloe plants, head
of an evening moth
When did the cul-de-sac
become something to cross
at night along with other
streets? The week
should have a buffer day
for an unbalanced tea
Improbable face of
a moving point then
I wonder why my eyes
in this particular place
I wait for developments
whether to count my blessings
or heap up batteries
Should the love object
be as patient
She kept you up all night
with the false rebuff
of her painted frown
I can’t give you the exact address
of my building but it’s under a dome
enclosing the entire state
Not funny. Transients broadcast
endless apologies for life. A bug
walked across a wrinkled magazine
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