To thumb through a stack of blank paper as though thumb though thumb — might stumble (maybe) across a page nee sheet already staffed with a dumbwaiter falling for the stock feed from rewrite — deus -ex-LeMans racer- cum-ambulance co-Charon — dupe of the ubiquitous minor rising from a baby grand entr’acte — a bete-a-bete […]

incandescent for in backing up colleagues found high levels finding the spot for the car the merger would give him coming to a stop better buildings, more buildings coffee’s hot, snow is falling still explaining                                          · · ·                                          for its lack of rules a mental list uncoiling not grinding to a halt is morning still […]

They are disassembling the shelves Rearranging the pallets, loading the semis The guards are killing the daughters Or the daughters are killing the guards The cards are put on the table Hands rapping out rhythms Spirit rapping in the newspapers And in the history books written by the sisters Ghosts of the family held hostage […]

low              sun shows us a lone warbler over by the reed beds                                                                                  *                                                                                  stop                     stand still                      and                               listen                                                                                  *                                                                                  the clear                       air sharpens his song’s edge                                                                                  *                                                                                  sedge and hedgerow glow              in late light

The minute gears mutely whir. To put your ear Against it is to put your ear inside it. It does not tick. It isn’t a heart. It has no pulse. It isn’t a clock or a wrist. Scrutiny can coax no secret from it. There is no hearse with one flat tire In endless circuit, […]

of Percocet, dirt out the window. Dirt at the window, loud as mirrors. Dirt out my window. Dirt at my window. That gnawed-on quality of tickets or of skin.

Storm-torn & tide-worn stalking the sea-wall walking the water’s edge all weathers

With what nature there is in us an uneasy truce, we are prone to consider what is natural, as if it were. A man appears to stop, the car at the edge of his vision, drawn to where the unlikely meets the abrupt vertical of the apparent green opacity left to forest, a wall beseiged […]