standing outside
when streetlights
turn on, it was
beautiful all
along outside,
where i could
have had a day –
maybe died –
and yet if fate
is a real thing,
there are moments
where you are
invincible where-
ever you breathe
wound up
in the present
tense – following my air –
with all this awareness my brain
can watch
my breath
my molecules – all mine – until
a fresh, wet present tense
murders the last
then dies
beneath
the fresh, wet grasp
of a new present tense –
when i try to control my breath
i tense
my brain
wound up as if i were a watch
then, without awareness,
my body breathes
for me
midnights
spent committing
moon shapes to memory,
rehearsing the nicknames of lovers,
losing
the feel,
and imagining a laying
on of hands. midnights gone
the way of all
language
Marking
Time by the fade
Of a feeling: ancient
Chemicals decide the new day’s
Old moods
Across
The green island
They trekked to ask the girl
Who clobbered her iron barrels
The time
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