Last Monarch

I will take the lightninglike a shot of somethingclear in something clearerafter tapping it against the barand raising it so high against the stars.The repeats on the radiomake the day slowlike a strand of syrup fallingfrom a bottle. On the day the lights burn out,and our whole world is leftin the wake of broken glass,I […]

Return

Tear the house downbecause it’s nice sometimesto sleep on the ground,when the stars are outand burning up our everything.You can’t erase the waythose dots connect like necklacesaround pretty necksthat look so permanent.The glass dome around the lightsat the center of the ceiling fanflicker with the rhythmof the crooked bladesthat never look the same.You can waste […]

Not So Endless

Scalped bodies with familiar hairscattered almost everywherehave faded into nothingbut a memory.I can’t trust the pastas its presented as far as I can throwthe person reading outthe version that they have of it.We teach with plastic walls put upfor temporary days in the mostfleeting ways to just distractfrom all the gaps leftin the open for […]

Part Of Things

Friends talking at an outside tablewhere the road is within earshotand the passing cars salute themwith their presence and remindthem where they’re goingafter dinner.I think about it all the timethe corner streets whereI could walk if I was blindand spun around three timesto test if I was joking.She talks about penguinsand the dogs that we […]

Hale

I have heard enough out of youin those small orders barkeddown spiral staircasesechoing off the brickagainst my ears caughtin the gears of this machinery.You look out for youand I do the sameand we pretend that thereare no games in betweenthe way we talk aboutour nightly dreams.I want to stay out of the deserteven though its […]

Break Away

Two mountains without snow,because there low comparedto others that you hear about,have waited in the distancelooking on.I try to bring them back againand cast them against this brick wallI am faced with almost everydaywhen I am not awayand sorry I can’t be there.Lily pads are never quite as perfectas they’re depicted almost everywhereyou see them.In […]

Dust

I like to dance with what’s impossiblebut she moves in ways that make it hardto focus on almost anything but her.I’ve spent way too many summers in the wakeof what I wished was still the winterbut it ends when it ends like alwaysand the whole world just pretendsthere’s nothing happening.It’s all so fragile like a […]