dorm-style morning “I have
enough hair for both of us”
The window meets at
The corners. Two planes
Land in
My clean feet fiddle for
Jeans which stain the walls
With a wiggling blue
A triptych carpet (for
washing) where the floor is
covered in a sandy poison
The small mouse clicks like
A small mouse eating new stucco
Waking her up in the naked dark.
Bonanza: I-95
Blue street signs to the sky
On
Mercury slips into retrograde
Quiet and collected
Like a bank-robber
The day they proclaimed the last
Our father’s stadium
Was the day that Pharaoh ate
Grecian olives from an urn
Like a bachelor of the arts
With the grass of our old
Backyards fresh on the
Entropic, falling wind
This bus can’t musket fast enough
Through
Sleeping giants, and broadcast nodes.
The cement steps of the hospital
Sealed with black gum
And the gravel of eight million human beings
And did you know: hope is a robin’s nest
In an open sewer of the village
Raided by cats with ironic hair-cuts
And men with paper skin
Who smell like trash-water
Selling earrings
And unpackaged beepers
Everywhere there are dogs shitting
And constructors, constructing
People regretting life
Blowing down Broadway
Eddying the gusts of boxy trucks
The most beautiful girl
Takes my picture “Are you
This man?”: her eyes, smile,
Holds up an image.
He looks like Jacques
A pawn is pushed,
“The trap is set” an old man says
to his younger self, blue-eyed,
forced to castle
There are robins nesting in the rafters
They make me think of silos
And returning home
Instead, I sit near the bottom
Of a tall and heavy island
Wanting for nothing but
hope and some gum.
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