Not that I think that I know better than this: a new thought falls from wherever its nest was; the morning’s free of season and from hour. Whatever this is, it works at me for worse. The earth doesn’t see anything in flowers.

When push comes to tripping over what you’ve slain, you won’t worry. You’re no one anyone knows. A minute’s less sleep and you’d’ve made your train. Stand put upon where you are. The doors’ve closed.

Here’s to good friends. Tonight is kinda special. There’s no fuselage like lack of enjambment. You meant to dream a kingdom of beginnings, but meaning comes after dreams, no matter what some commercial for German beer might suggest. Hamstrung by abundance, another poem in English, official language of traffic and other things that happen the […]

My stanza advances discouragably. My skin’s the wall between the things I call “me,” and if at first I don’t believe I succeed, I look exactly like what I can carry. Body, the; city, the; economy, the— there’s no disaster like this middle classing, my trying to jerk a word into the day. (Got what […]

To let another come as far as you with sunflowers, scissors, a Mason jar somehow, the hot sky over everything; the dark obligations mindfulness brings, those bits of invasion called “your feelings” in the event that they require a name— anything that might be love could mean shame. Think how power, that forever wet wind, […]

It has come to the attention of the Director that these materials, both mechanical and organic, are called on to bear too much weight. Consider this little automaton. It tends to topple over on itself. The gears and pistons whirr and clank. At last it rights itself and goes on its way. Some say it […]