I want
the bones
of my body
to be
crushed finely
into a paste,
whereas it could be
used as white ink.
The evening forgets
you and I;
the fish ponders it
in a graver thought.
To discover
nothing;
the angels weep
upon the lawn
of
the
American black cloud.
Someone
has chased me
away
from falling, from
staying
in one place.
Balance
on the moon,
try not to walk
tippy-toe;
eye-shakes
like a drunken
security guard;
the spot-light
flips and
flops like
Paul Pierce's head,
pierced by morning,
a bunch of computer
-generated cortexes.
I ripped off
the frozen
door-handle
from
the passenger's side
of the car
in the coldest
concentrated cold
in a decade.
Everyone is
always wrong.
I am
dimming into
brightness;
drumming secrecy
is rising
into the numbing sun
like some versatile gypsy.
I chew up
the air
in my soul-vent.
I paw my way through
the geraniums in spring.
I am
out to lunch.
Bother me
but beware
of the air
that will toggle
with your noodle-toes.
Language
should always be
lazy and obvious,
naming myself
as if from an "idea";
shenanigans
amidst a kind of
post-hysteria.
I am out to dinner.
I will
fill another
nearing-window
with
the same words.
I have heard
from
the curious traveller;
to satisfy himself
upon all accounts
to discover
the eye of
singular
disappointment;
to survey the world afterwards
so that the outworks
occupy a large
acknowledged situation
from which
there is
an easy entrance,
like
the small visibility
in "Étant donnés."
Even though my father
was never "on the scene"
after my birth
I still feel as though
I am living
within
a posthumous existence.
There is
a difference
between a 'wave'
of sadness
and 'waves' of sadness.
Today, I felt
the latter after
driving by
a scene
of cats
surrounding
a dead kitten
in the middle
of the road,
seemingly
mourning
like elephants
yet what they appeared
to be doing was
eating its innards.
Angels with pinlights
punched through the night sky;
these are the stars.
Standing
on Lurch legs.
I look down
at them
the way an inmate
would
look down
after dropping
the soap.
It is cold in here.
Look at me
and warm me.
