After an Idea
typologically speaking, awkward giraffes are better
than spoonfuls of honey
however,
faulty truth is not
more prominent than vulgar
plain simplicity
in pursuit of beauty
Replacing the East River
nobody said, "the trains run infrequently after three a.m."
under-the-river
emotions--
her teardrop earrings
swung so carelessly
why
false lighting commands sadness
dull happiness stirs madness
Loveland Pass Controls This Giving
from fluvial life to flexible stances, outcomes are indeterminable
after certainty
suspicion
after darkness light--guesses
confirmed by quiet yeses
High-Pressure Systems
geologically, telling time, as being, is terrifying--for mountains cease
eventually
for seas that have sung
currents inexplicably
compound people's dim folly
At Night, Kansas, East to West
in what is beyond, a magical promise from temporality that
claims to deliver
a way out
of conditions, work, heartache
via an odd give-and-take
Intractable: Waiting Rooms
sensing death, apparent apparitional finality,
an intangible
ignorance
of life as T.V. mini-
series, of death as postscripts
Climbing Two Flights of Stairs
in the intervening events, a trigger's pulled
firing the kill shot
memory shuttering the recruit
which gawks at the streets
all alone
The Renter's Wardrobe (pour elle)
a relentless free-fall sensation that whispers
we're in love
the city and us--
destitute, it's futile
to think clouds are ignoble
Opposing Forces
compulsions provide temporary relief
from the trembling whole--
turning selves
indivisible
parts of scenes emendable
Stazione di Venezia Santa Lucia in the Evening
what do endings mean for the contemporary?
she then he--
timing each other's
commitment
to expression--ready for
facts like closing doors
Little Brick House Before a Mountain
a primitive position---feet cupped fingers curled
stark dogwood limbs brush
the brick and
revealing a trace
mortar
a silhouette to embrace
Flightless Bird, Knotted Heart
she is the embodiment of schemata
shadow and mist
loosely lodged in minds
put her
in ethereal limbo
in the plucked afternoon's glow
Beneath a Palm Tree in La Jolla
when perceptions are twisted
deletions elude me
for they and nothing can't fade
since all is here then relayed
