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Mournful
Ghosts of mist
Float lazily silver
Through neat beams of streetlight: New moss
Softens
The sidewalk
A stag alone in the parking lot
Eats from pharmacy’s tree
Some dim star falls:
Space station
orpheus
when the virus and i get lost in my house
of mirrors no attention and small memory
peep holes
the sky lies
me back down for the fungi
to bungy a few thousand years
but my carbon gets around like karma
and i’m eventually young
walking on old streets pretending
oh i’m borges in buenos
aires on some actual night
one century in november
buying cigarettes and
turning wine into fire
before the endless museums
and libraries
the mirrors and smell memories
when ixora grew in the house
but i wasn’t home to know it
time & time
I bud off
into another I
whomb follows non-phantoms
moving outside
Saturday’s
reflection decrescendos and
Acting on the nowbeat
Snow forms
I bud off
into patient I
watching the reality rain
at nightside
Tomorrow’s
shadow rectangles
into loud, tumbling
possibles and
I bud off
into identical I
watching the barley fall
in strange crescents
Litter
In the graveyard:
Outer space’s shadow
Borne on wild autumn wind: stings
My cheek

nyxpression
or redream your face
in water’s indecisive surface
fills obsidian vase
set centrally of wooden table
painted cracking white
.
to lick your teeth again
and tip turmoil over
and bow to blindness
tasting orange instead
either of those hot air balloons
roar
.
am i ivy?
were veins of you
ever antonyms –
did we even see
each other’s hands?
.
gasping and dancing
sweat of forest air
beads on spider threads
melting aviaries of mercury
.
frozen of viridian
uncontained sky bleeds out
in stranger’s memory

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Kaleidoscope
Small view I live my world through:
This cut-crazy luxometry, so plosive:
Twenty-eight you’s and me’s crash:
Wring colors into it: They’ll marry:
The same Patterns, same Matrices:
Their view I live my world through:
Light trapped alive in a wire cobweb:
Rectangles trapped in a well:
The same: I catch my views in the world:
Either/or cyclones, I wring with my hands:
Now you’re twenty-eighths: Colors collapse:
My small world of patterns and wires