greetings
as the door opened
ticking
please listen to this
food alone for all
the f. b. i. will continue
maybe you dozed off
i hung by that phone all night
suppose he talks
*
vida
later
aria
*
once upon a time
not looking for any thing
*
you’ re on
your own
it’ s off
it’ s on
*
perhaps it means
ragged like that
golda my-yeer
pre-meer
*
and pour the old box
down a drain
*
lonely as four cherries on a tree
at night, new moon, wet roads
a moth or a snowflake
whipping past glass
lonely as the red noses of four clowns
thrust up through snow
their shine four whitened panes
drawn from imagined memory
lonely as no other lives
touching to recorded water
all objects stare
their memories aware
lonely as pain
recoiling from itself
imagining the cherries
and roses reaching out
1. gone to lunch back in five minutes
night closed in on my letter of resignation
out in the square one of my threads had broken loose
the language i used was no and no
while the yellow still came through, the hammer and the drills
occasionally the metabolism alters
and lines no longer come express
waiting for you what muscles work me
which hold me down below my head?
it is a long coat and a van on the horizon
a bird that vanishes the arabic
i learn from observation is how to break the line
