The Diminishing Dot

A Boeing occults Betelgeuse,red left and running,and an arrow loosedfinds not its mark.And in the green flickers,banked to a bull,some pink ears popand the belts stay locked. They’re always leaving,they in the vapors,they in the tubes,they strung betweenfutures and blues,plugged up in departuresand thus suspended,held there in grace -such grace - As Mercury crests the... Continue Reading →

Three Rib Bones with Trains and Rain

Three rib bones flush from the culvert pipeafter hunks of pelvis beside the tracks -the tracks with no arms but rumblerumble strips and red bell ticks. Clang go the boneswhere no grass grows Bang go the trainsand the pink prairie rose Rattles with the rushin the same stiff pose as ribs and hunks of pelvis... Continue Reading →

Water for Tea

They are not yours, those eyes -those hazel eyes crustedwith sleep-thrashed release -and neither the mind behindthinking of toast on a new day,soft-buttered and still yet crisp. And those are not yours, those fingers,curled smooth-knuckled on the cutlery,waiting for toast and soft butter -and neither the wait for the kettle’spitched steam or the dry tea... Continue Reading →

In the Lost and Found

I findnot many lighters and too many cheap shades,laid against a loose-hinged trifocal,Expensive, lost and necessary,upon the flip-top notebookbound with crushed spiral wire,And within, the gibberishof a young girl’s day -there are holes above the i’sand myriad loves to Matthew. I finda green squeeze coin purse -an old man’s plastic strongbox -scavenged of cointhat only... Continue Reading →

As We Wither

Must we sing the round ecliptic?Must we suppose a star immortal -Must we trace these patterns of us - up there -While we, down here, know death? What a noble self-loathing -To presume upon the unthinking nightOur disdain for cloud, to swellIn our own black vision when a new moonUnmasks oblivion, when a new moonDenies... Continue Reading →

What Must Be

Dormant in dry divots,in the basins,what I am, what I will and what I will beis rained, is whetted,by what is, what is not and what will not be. There blooms the green resilient,the sulphured algae,hot spurned by weathers -the must of us. There plumes communion -chance and wide endeavor -flush and fumed -above the... Continue Reading →

The Felling

When the lastsoftpoplarfell,and the bluejays - the bluejays -rolled out; When the mangled nestspilled outthese mouths,these bentfeatheredtufts; When the chainsaw stilledits shriek and whir; When thick air closedabout us; When the larger jaysswept off the elmand veined away -blue lines on a blue sky,blue abandon in a blueeye; It was then,in the clearing of dead... Continue Reading →

For A Day Not Yet Come

I’ll send daisiesbecause they’re already dead,bias cut for a fewlast capillary pullsof aspirin-tinged water -soon to cataract, milkyin a leadcrystalvase. These are no “love me’s” or“Love me nots”.These are from he who knowsnot love, but beauty - decay. My darling little Aster,this is the day of your death,another year counted,backward from a birth,as each petal... Continue Reading →

The Sojourners

I dream houses.I dream small roomsbehind small doorsin which small wardrobeslead nowhere but trappingsof our mangled time -of yours and mine. I dream chimney fires,tongues between wallsand curtains hung like tar.We were never longin the vapors, strangers yes,but a lope of gray shoulderand a turning was you, I am sure,everturning and blue. I find you... Continue Reading →

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