Sunday, March 30, 2014

In Time, Time






I’d like to fill
my mouth
with time
as if time

could be filled.

The horse’s mouth,
filled with chaff,
likewise,
a worried hope.

I could tell a story
about time
misspent
and lost to broken
bottles across
strange Chicago
streets,

the lilac night,
the night where I
played childish
and made snow angels
deep in the depressing

snow.






Saturday, March 29, 2014

Hands








such pleasure,
peeled
with eyes in
time

any attempt
to describe
your coming
lost


in the history of my hands






Thursday, March 20, 2014

They’re Gone (with this soft light)








only to get coordinated in my mind,
the ample substance of facts presents
the itself to itself,
                              as warm gets
warmer, the fragile pain is still

a pain

“The worm crawls
            the vertical skin still.”

Sitting at the table,
and thinking the
literal:
            I offer an apple to the
teacher, by way of getting
along and not having to visit

a doctor

sometime

                   a bit time later.







Sunday, March 16, 2014

BUT, DIFFERENT [fragments]








i.

                                                                                    an acronym, by
translation, and thoroughly bought and yet unremembered.





ii.

                        ]
                        ]
                        ]                       fill a barrel,
with birds.





iii.

you came and nailed my escapes for stranger places
visited like rhythms





iv.

                                                false light and blanket





v.

]
]
]           between,
]
]
]                       changing





vi.

sweet cypress of tradition and dictionary
            ]the want of the illicit, undisclosed.





vii.

                                                ] verb to verb
                                                ]
                                                ]
                                                ]                                   they want





viii.

but there is a bowl where
            the disaster erects its falls and falls in

gets up and assumes
                                    the everyday





ix.

at some point               at fistful gunpoint
            a reactor burns,
                                        awfully bright





x.

O classical expectings of nothing!





xi.

poked by stasis or silliness
]
]
]
                        the joke loops remaining clever





xii.

the window like an error of force, forever broken





xiii.

]
]
]
]
]
            we stand still, yet different
in our policy clothes
]
]                                                           leave your child to
the wedding and remind him
]
]
]
            a target grace for boys





xiv.

further more damaging with that imagined and put into practice, punt





xv.

someone communicated something
            once, and it spat in the face
           
            of like lists




xvi.

] not exmpt
] imagination law
] local practice as phantom
] will ever
] wisdom
]                       coupled by puritanical anger and faith





xvii.

                                                            farewell, bride
                                    farewell

a total tally of two, down two, down one





xviii.

having borrowed nature and returned with a neighborhood cloak for spelling funk





xix.

and upon his eyes
                                a brighter shade of night





xx.

Four seasons
                        ]
                        ]
                        ]
                                    the musical equivalent of the galaxy





xxi.

Distrust, once                          
                        again,

takes the life once seen as zebras