September 5
as if physics, theoretical downhill on the slope no good faith equations here just step in the hole you didn’t dig but why did you?
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September 4
Normal order Common decencey nouns that lean heavily on their moderators an unfortunate depenency civility servility still a distinction still at long last sir at long last or I guess not
September 1
The sky now the correct gray– sea-derived, the summer’s fires gone out, the focus turning slowly inward, like a tide returning, an impartial action, attribute to it whatever you’d like, it won’t attach and it won’t last and that is some sort of beautiful– every night a blank page. The gingko starts to shiver
August 19
the sun pale milky a dead fish eye obscene sclera the sky wan as weak excuses empty platitudes mornings start out tired and degrade from there this pastel more opaque than you’d think displacement of clarity can’t see known things all day a grainy sad sunset sore-throated atonement the wind made corporeal and punishing
August 11
Even the question marks start to look like contour lines— how good are you with a compass and map? Just when can you call a place familiar? Does your stomach also drop when you step off the trail and make your own alone across faceless rocks? Not in fear per se more weightlessness in walking away from the final constraint and either way is that choice still immediate or is it blunted by practice? And […]
August 8
The sun becomes a scarlet wafer just before it dips into the lake and starts to dissolve and stars shine through the theadbare night one unified light made piecemeal too hot to sleep when dreams arive they come on fire from across the water that doesn’t disclose if it is deep or shallow
July 29
at the sharp end of the day, the month, waiting for a return, a word, a small fly traces a halo for my head, the open window drawing no breeze, heat settles heavily, I wave it away absentmindedly, small ripples around a fixed point, barely any light left now, the first stars, always up there, it’s just that night removes that doubt, and instills others
July 20
Eight-oh-eight in Encinitas surfers hold their place like knots in a net the chipped tooth moon the boldness of Jupiter night comes humid and velvet and matte the ocean all and always the ocean even upstairs in the small corner room with its small open window even in this heat already half asleep as the train rankles cicadas and the coming dark
July 15
Clearer up North still these birch trees abandon symmetry to grasp at the sun water in the canyon quick with runoff winter’s remainder and that same low angle of sun that makes a forest live but later now these hours stretch open like a safety net
July 12
heart of the city cracked asphalt like fire’s detritus it had to be hotter than they said it was feeling the heat even now late the air crackles against faceless glass infinite expansion manifest destiny new construction no heart no love in the man-made canyon voiceless only noise a bottle crushed under tires a snapping metal wire until a man speaks from his rooftop only five stories up leans over and says this this is […]
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