FOR THIS I CAN LIVE HERE


Climbing a ribbon caked with birds.
Evident is your way around.

Climbing the kite til you hit a dream.
Latent episode told in cords & colors.

Little window, persuading its abductee.
Little counterfeit, caught on a book that falls closed.

The sun, when pulled early, comes out gull-shaped.
I yield to the alternately languid & frenzied scene.

MOUNT OLIVET

A costume falls in the inventory
He alone could not measure the slab

He instructs planes & trains & grasses
Steel frames adding motion to shade

Star-wagon pulling grooves in the heap
Three people in the sentence: the comma & two equals

THE DROP-OFF

You’re thin in the soul

& will never return

to lay your head in

my five-mile lap

A motor spikes

& betrays its speed  

& the night thing is amazing

in all its amounts

SLOPE


The leaf flakes off
his beating mind,

the leaning delta’s
splintered lobe.

Heart of thieves
& star of hearts

halved into
erosive bands.

Hidden from rain
& other stories,

a bird’s descent
into the hedge.

Burning a hole thru
the unfixed sled, his

perfect weight
all tacked with red.