Lines Dashed Before a Meeting at Work

Bob, , , , 
When a dream breaks the fourth wall.
Like the footsteps of red autumn leaves

Determined by the wind’s simplicity. At night
So much of what we haven’t done 

Lies awake. And wonders. The walker
Visits roam. A ghost spiritually can no longer tie its shoes.

All ghosts have untied shoes.
Which is a tripping hazard when going through walls.

Handwriting is a cosmology,
An archipelago of inklings

Like the orbits of our footprints
As we walk through puddles. 

Because the calendar still has one foot in poetry,
Outcomes, whoever simple in the moment,

Over time gain in complexity. The horizon is always
Present-tense,

Yet the clouds like coins
In a time machine.

14 thoughts on “Lines Dashed Before a Meeting at Work”

  2. man, this was awesome, it felt like flying through attics and webs and treasure chests. can see those red leaf footsteps and then a comic arrow, the ghosts untied shoes tripping hazard. classic!! the thing i’ve learned about poetry since reading your blog regularly is the layers involved in a poem, in the many meanings of course but also just the sound. i think that’s why sometimes i read out loud and always super slow.

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