Air is Normally Invisible
Oh, little dawn pavilion, how you yawn and grin
there’s a green catch of light your eyeglasses get
basic enthusiasms where the flowering grasses nod in the wind
another cruel ongoingness
fell asleep with a cock-shaped bookmark on my eyes
the sea is off somewhere by itself
previously unimagined inhabitants of spume
blood in your mouth did you taste it
Air is Normally Invisible
A king wants to slit the clouds with his fingernail
I teach the kid to eat tubers and avoid roads
it won’t help when things get serious
snow melts in the gaps between pavers
we touch the ground like that, a faint scent (cool)
born in peacetime, fooled by permanence
let’s point a phone at the planets:
in a blurry picture, they touch on the lip of the horizon
Air is Normally Invisible
On Saturday my son lost his sense of smell
it had no public meaning
on Monday my son
the song’s all unstrung
thin wire in the wind
lungs in Pompeii, lungs in plaster
crack the window enough to let him
glide through on a hairstreak’s back