between
the hudson
and wales
i find things
they don’t sink
but keep em
they don’t float
but i keep
em so they don’t
sail or fly
in the
sea
particles,
minutes apart
from dust.
I looked around my hands
I looked around my wrists
and they danced.
I didn’t know
if luck was the jar or
what fell into it.
Pencils
puts
down the
pen
puts down
the pen
puts the
pen
down
picks
up the
pen
picks
the pen up
puts the pen down,
picks up a
pencil.
walks away
Under The Stairs And Through The Trees
go under the
stairs not
up. go!
go under the
stairs and
through
the
trees. they
chew
sticks not
cigarettes
and black
giraffes
walk in
packs. go!
under the stairs
not up. go
under the
the stairs and
through the
trees and
you’re
almost
there
The Valve For the Vowel
you perfectly i i i gulp aloud.
i make a loud frog noise
when i tell you imperfectly.
i i i release. for me you’re
easily the valve
for the vowel. when i
tell you perfectly we
turn verbs to nouns.
amon
approaches
the window.
so does
amunet.
at the same
moment she
raises her
left hand.
amon raises
his right.
they wave.
FIN. that is all i’ll write about sad things like that today… with sincere apologies to my readers.
some men and women have hearts
of beasts. untamed they can
devour their host in a
single sitting, at least
200 pounds in a day.
they say this is the
nature of beasts:
they never know
why or who
they eat
i try to feed the pigeon
but it snaps its wing
at me. when it expires
i try to free it. but
this always stays new
to me. it won’t leave.
You And Me
we’re born
in the street.
you and me.
we are born
without feet
like fawns.
we crawl
to the lawn
and grow fat
on grass. we
crawl to the
forest, get lost.
you and me,
we turn into moss
