aspirate. fizzle the “s.” sidestep a first kiss. sidestep last. west coast swing dance, pretzel in saddle shoes, hopscotch, stagger, oscillate on offbeat toes, forget how it goes. graduation. June, July, August. intermission, flings before last vanishings, …that’s it—soft satin Tuesday, swirl skirt, someone
On the painting by Vincent van Gogh The trees are aflame.The stars are ablaze.The moon swirls as it dances through the night.The Milky Way curlsin light waves breaking on the shores of the far horizon.The steeple, the people in their homesalight
Tiny plastic robot, lit from insideby the dim glow of twin LEDsbehind blank eyes, its stickered decalsalready peeling away – meaningless arrays, dials fixed at ten,gapless grilles of imitation steel,Clipart screws holding nothingtight to nothing – the only textures
I often hike the west ridge of White Oak Canyon alone, though everyone says I shouldn’t. By the slow push of wind and rain, that slope of stones is the only way nowto reach the upper falls,where decades ago we’d make love for hours to the
For the first time in a long time I’m listening to the radio – I am new to this city and familiar with only my body – the DJs are still beat up over the unearthing of jazzy Lazarus.
What defense for having spent six minutes of life watching Dog Hand-Fed Corn on the Cob three times? That I viewed Japanese Girl Coaxing Elephant to Poop Her Smart Phone just once?
Beside me you stir, sigh as you stretch. Outside, clouds roll past like your breath, crossing the sky between my shoulders. I’ve got places to be, but there’s still a little time, so I settle into the heaven of
I want the cure for ordinary days. Once I searched for it in a bottle, drank my way to oblivion but always woke up where I’d begun, hung-over, scraping for seeds in the bird feeder like all the other
Or are they straining to be chosen? It’s one day possible to ask. Piling slowly over each other’s rust Green skeletons, uncertain Eyes and heavy claws that open Useless against one wall and close Probing shells of living