Three Fragments

Will your life be too smooth
When it’s over
Or the rough of happiness
Caught in the throat
On your expiration date

Achieves its aesthetic success
Marvels the audience
Till they too are on their feet
Whispering to stars

Make use of what you peruse
Aim was made to be wrestled
If not
For the whirlwind in your heart
The sky would not be round

Fat butterfly, obese moon,
Skinny highway,

Hardly the moon
Picks up the light
And doesn’t go home,

If the clouds would
Show me
An arson of flip flops,

The house is a liar
Of rain,

The color of a new
Chair fills the grave,

Concerning the dreams of leaves
The shadows on the sidewalks
Took to rowing boats

i’m obsessed with horses
in paperback novels.

i’ve never read a novel with horses in it.

chairs have four legs
but no eyes.

trees devour the forearms of the moon.

trees devour the trembling branches
of a dandelion’s lip.

even if it’s not, so why not anyway?

even if it’s not you,
i don’t remember anything.

i am obsessed with paper horses,
the sounds of their hooves on pages,
the whispers
of their coarse fingers

apple unicycle bird
barbarian heyday song

sighed the rain in ghost shoes pilling dark rocks on the horizon

ray guns and eyebrows
volcanoes and arrows

are such things sink
their claws into falling snow
not say a word

a silly sleep of fire
turning over like a dream
is something like geometry
but with laundromat eyes

rattles with nonsense
and aboriginal wind

We’re very serious when we are 34
Alone in our culpability
Reassured of our coming
And going like daffodils sniffing
Cocaine stars
A boyish fear trembles us
We are seriously naïve pitilessly
Stricken with joviality

The sun pockets my brain
Leaving only the brilliance of parting
To keep me company

A poem

Black as a match head
Vigilante as applesauce

A wink in the thunder
A thud on the daisies

An illumination
On its side

Some poems find their way onto the sale rack
At the thrift store

Others for the piracy of sadness

Some the dusk
Gridlocked between trees

Taking up a yelping defiance
In the defense of joy