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

The brush burn of dusk. The abstract knuckles of the soul. I square root solitude, but I never grow weary of distance’s forearms.

And if I pause, here, at the ditch before the moon, to sum up
The piles of self greedily practicing the baton.

The shadow of a square root
As I fitted my boots with abstract feathers.

Shapes of self cannot keep pace with a gutsy widening.
The pain is such that we will have to wobble home
Uncanny with size.

The beauty you have
Like cold fog on a pane
Peonies under a stupid moon

I lugged this debacle

Chasing your fastidiousness
I massed a mess
Of sails and picked up the wind
As one would a bottle cap
Or turn on the radio

Now do I have you?

I call out my memories
Onto report cards of joy
A pillow case of flames up against
The upheaval of the sea

Life is a sure match
Of waves against waves

And you are gone



in the spaces between words some find a footing. on a silence there is no getting one’s head around.

so let them cashier us let them muddle thoughts and beg our wants but never the soil will not ring with the footfalls of clumsy angels.

the hot night of the hot hotel of the mouth.

because I quit this tenement of capital.

Mine are in the boots of incorrect

I begin in puddles. The rings of sky. The graph paper of spring walks. The footfalls of ghosts.

Don’t close
The windows, the draft
Is my fault.

Pull up your sleeves.
Or don’t bother.

This year April will be
A composer.

I abbreviated my address

I moved in with
the subtle sticks
of thunder’s heart

a disaster as
pretty as a cowlick

as frugal
as a watermelon

a sonata for a shoelace

and a dozen or so kinds
of infinities

but I have no more wallets in time
no polish in need of shoes

this is what I know
bogus pillows sleeplessly blue