say the grounds are damp from the day’s rain then cordially agree

Next come actual sentences. Don’t worry. I’m getting there. We’ll look for what I know and will discover next to nothing but that’s okay. I’m terrifically meta today. Or have been for the longest time. A problem with substances not my own. Next to nothing belongs to me, so you get next to nothing. ”The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray." That’s my queer logic. My finger pointed at my finger runs afoul of Mr. Emerson. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. Testify. It does neither go on nor actually stop. Make of that what you will. Testify, syntax.


say something is something and proceed as if it were

This instant. Recognized a failure to have meant. O there’d been plenty of saying. And it had been. What. A frenzy. A fence. Even once originally a kind of spiritual ecstasy. Or the attempt. To conjure the god who of course wouldn’t allow it. But here. I go on at this. Talking as I don’t talk. Because talking as I do talk is nothing. Hi. How are you today. Cold out again but going to warm up this afternoon.

And this. Instant. Effort to combine my intention with your interest. To re-attach the line. So you might know something again. Look. There’s a U.S. flag blown flat out atop the green copper roof of a pale maybe limestone structure. Solid. Square. A great hall or elegant residence. We can only imagine. Atop twelve. Maybe. Stories of offices and smaller apartments. An anchor. Atop there. To its left a city flag. Blown the same. Instant.

I may have been too dramatic. Looking for attention in the instant. But listening to Dylan here. It’s clear we’re at the end of some world now. And some of us are not too uncomfortable. But what’s to come. Apart from my single death or yours. May be the ongoing ruination of the world. At the hest of a relative few who want more. Of anything. Leaving us in the instant. To care for each other. The most extraordinary. Beautiful ones.

So the effort in the instant. To step past my petty fears. Locate an acceptable form. Of address. To talk about the world again. Site of our love. Where we found ourselves cracked or dented. In a cloud of diminishing returns. Losing and lost. My language turned on itself. I knew words. Past them there be dragons. Lacking the soil to plant I let the air have it. Instant air. Enough for anyone. Air for sure. But just that.


"this willful resistance"

no pasaran … look the other way

          speeding toward you whoever you

the inevitable won’t exceed its

          ownership of this moment the sky

tends to voices in color propped

          along the edges by other edges as

practically practiced lines about

          denial we say this must move less

outwardly than our shabbily hoarded

          purchases piles of time on time

less like a dictionary than a junkyard

          our dust will settle exquisitely

around and over our guesses


what we took as our due

was probably the fish in situ

how we felt inside the pool

as ever one stood up along-

side these fancy eliminators

of suits so long unworn as

miracles of golden fieldwork

sweated as pliant & derivative

energy in scales and hooks

taken at our word for money


select and refuse

tarp: tar me off a piece of that whiskery hummock

piece: a preferential option for apple over punkin

over: asserting the truth of an accidental reign

reign: one more time before the settlers roll off

before: taken at foot value, slick as a heavy tarp


poem that starts with

no, it goes beep beep

so the serpent

chooses to be brilliant

move a bit to the left


I see you got it

in the mail today

our resignation

from the fun the fear


it helps to be a little

tipped bent elongated

servant of the simple

in the eye the summer


the lies medicate

lubricate the day


feels as likely to be

one of the scurriers or one of the sick on mats

and both

rushing to beg mercy of the odd one lost on his own

people

as it feels to be in the world with or without shoes

debris

rattling down chutes to heartbroken buckets or queries

of how

anyone might climb up from the miserable questionable id

for what

a little french accordion said after some rainy fun-time

there’s no

food in this part of town take the children to the interior

where so

many items await our vast and disproportionate consumption


about and from these

even here there is something to learn about the scale of anyone’s intentions.

or about the breath it takes to say say this or that from the heart’s pulse.

or in the brain the mind’s lines of fire at the edge of smoldering documents.

as in how one may not try very hard but the lucky even happy hurts converge.