hammer
your ‘yes’s from
out the rock of ‘wait, what?’
with the diamond-plated bevel
of ‘no’
hammer
your ‘yes’s from
out the rock of ‘wait, what?’
with the diamond-plated bevel
of ‘no’
circles
– shy but will touch –
concentric tsunamis
smooth crashes and in his center
the leaf
Life is long
Death is fast
Take your time
You’ll be back
nothing from nothing
from nothing from nothing from
nothing from nothing
your son
the minotaur
sitting in his puzzle
knows every special corner is
for him
wither
with her and so
whither will i take her
whether weather will or won’t i
want her
each morning
i go to the stream
and glean
the magic messages
from the face of the water
and see with thousand-eyes
and careful to touch very little
i pass my psalms along
in quiet paper boats
that bob and jerk down
the course of that
weird, living water
red
light
burned
a hole in the afternoon and
her cherry pulsed at the end
of her cigarette and the flame snapped out
in my mind cause she pulled up
in her coal black
decommissioned Crown Vic
police cruiser thumping her wrist to the beat
breathing smoke out her nostrils
popping pink
bubblegum like her hair
curtained over her bare breasts
check it out man
green
light
gone
Insect
Lands on water
And a leaf lands on time –
How can the leaf be late? Hurry,
Insect
follow
blue caravans
past pale wastes and bleached bones
to the spring in the center of
the sand