Arcturus again nights in the city a bus sighs, idling, sounds of passage, low tide traffic and the distant warmth of disembodied lights from a great enough distance things become clear a deserted rooftop everything coursing below and it isn’t lonely at all, somehow
spooked by a shadow the sun came out slowly low voices speaking behind a closed door cautiously, sequestered, measured– oh look at the hour it stays light out so late now you forget how late it really is
today’s word is unhinged no smooth swing the door is open or blocked but that’s not what they meant meaning a tacit agreement apparently implication impermeability cast the first stone and ripple effect impermenance I said once fallacy stet a half-truth is true partially check the partiality formulate the response and reach back hurl at plate glass fourth wall and fourth estate land a blow and deflect blowback not a defect by design blood thicker […]
See the dust encrusted with dry rock and you don’t think flood zone, water scouring sage brush instead of brittle wind, but it’s happened. Block ice slouches in the glass, dessert heat demostrates the facility of state change. See a lazy wheeling hawk, think gyre, gyre, getting wider– do things really fall apart? Or just slump forward in apathy? Define a hole: a lack of matter– evil is nothing but the absence of empathy. Say […]
gray lake with regatta with parenthetical sails derivation of wind rain but barely maybe not even one wonders at the sudden immediacy of it all immanent and imminent– an answer unasked for raises questions
Per your instructions I am getting under this chicken’s skin with pats of compound butter, stowing the remaining herb twigs, onion, lemon, in the body’s dark cavity, cutting slits where the neck used to be, trussing it with its own legs, carnal, barbaric, delicious– Tonight is the dinner party, the only cohesive theme this newfound religion of decadence, oh we went in for truffle oil (yeah I know) triple crème cheese, the fattiest pork bits. […]
[Political Exercise] When I was three I would argue with my dad Any number is bigger than any number childish tautology there isn’t anything that insistence can’t make so just ignore all fiddling any acrid smells, you know they boo you when they love you
this month sheds days like scales and another thing breaks under cornflower skies another method of conveyence the express bus the phonecall kept dropping and here I read another poem about furniture coincidence but the eye lingers how to assemble a self repair or spring for something newer
Flying above the sunset back rows empty a common short flight another Embraer jet probably in our wake ice crystals in the window double-paned, triple? hard to see so hard to say a reluctant goodbye: a begrudging send off and/or unwilling partee what to make of hesitancy? land masses appear below the cloud deck abstract city open to interpretation another stern face unmoved by spectacle
A crisp evening the pasta perfectly al dente light clinging to the sky like legs of wine finally quiet caesura– and no one claps through the pause– everything in harmony except that door, ajar
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