Straight-shooting utilitarian T, balance beam expectant of the snatch- thump of gymnast’s powdered hands, settling the matter of equilibrium onto a birdless, wire- less telephone pole, abject over horizon, watch for the topple onto proud dinner table top, nothing elegant as an empty scale, as in justice deliberating its hang- dog demeanor on the pop drop of wine, liquidContinue reading “Poem for “T””
Category Archives: Sleepwalking
24 Hours
On Venus, a day equates to one hundred sixteen and three quarters of our own sunrise to sunrise, where a world is conceived: at the threshold your hand moves forward to pull up the blinds, the dust motes hang without intention of settling — an orchid waits expectant for the light but your hand isContinue reading “24 Hours”
Memento II
The ephemera of my blinked existence live in shoeboxes, cigar cases dust-lined and discolored as if from slow fire smoking through teenage correspondence, solemn feelings, molars and other artifacts dropped from us and kept for the reason why there may be birds which forget to find their lives beautiful when nesting, when soaring and anxiousContinue reading “Memento II”
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