even so

to have failed to become
right-minded/  a person
not good enough / i don't mean the poems/
i mean/ broken in a basic way
it could begin I'm walking
or end just like that/ I'm walking
or toward / a tree
not me not wrong/ in uncountable ways

the next poem

how it's reluctant babbling auxiliary

not original the convention suspects

having had some moments kiss or say

his face jammed into his face goes on

unstigmatised unendurable and piney

I been to school too you can tell in

I put the tuba down picked up shovel

settled for shameful helpful routine

not original and corroded by spring

in a small neat hand saying 'a very'

good instance of self perpetuating

'a very' unsteady boundary of sense

no rush

In inches obscurely

on fences a guest

pokes along slowly

seems to end it then

digs to go on

pneumatic dumpster tunes

or consider these 'special perceptions'

to have guessed

he was among us

in pieces for good


or just like

like all at once
the kid squeals and then more

I'm older in a
milder and less offensive way

keep the portable
heater on high all day up to sleep

and do start
to include the category of the end

its consequence
a reality an end to this dreamtime

of too simple
diction abundant anarchic syntax for

a shallow heart

nine to go

Inside the mutter
the fateful disappearance

A fog you thought
a local farce a gibbous tune

There are enough
to go around taken all at once

This is the
reflection on a store window

Because I told you
and here I am telling you again

How many parts of speech
come around to selling children

All of our enthusiasm
for this notion that they are French

Taken apart at last
we found our snakes and bikes

This in its way
simplifies us in time

our new bugs

They'll go from here a little up-

ended. Whichever way the fog goes

they had it coming. A battery of

ends. There in disappointments or

in resenting our serious mentions.

Unbecoming a joke. I told you I'm

thus beat up. But you never got our

smashed bent and beautiful meeting.

You got no work to do. So creep.

say brave things

in case the lake is also the sky

over the lake are too many rules

in the matter of rules they wave

above a spirited fascist salute

and the sky takes its bloody time

more than a guest of the lake's

pure maturity more like a turn

more like a bloody good aeroplane

then maybe

the page        demanded
not as landscape
or clunk
                of air
down or through
I forget how     
lessons I forget
boughs on a tough
cosmos or guessing
leaves are good

for gods' sake

'if you take me away from my poems, I have nothing' Al renders Anne

the trunk is solid or the trunk sings a range or unbent burrows run

to live forever without reduction on a ledge toward beauty's anyone

without inflation in a box of cool solutions good movies end a vision

more like a thousand bowls than portraits or planet's thought-fed rain

'how many songs' sought the Uber sought a quick brown nut or a tune


a chinese roof

'everybody's thinking obeys' a hatchwork or chatwork of impulses

'god-given' say demon-driven survivors in SEDIMENT of sleep-waking

he's in grey fields she's involved with cattle he's full of paint

and still driving words to water in patience as a Taken not a Given

not so dangerous

Not likely. No secular poetry ever. But plenty of profanity.

'a process rather akin to dream-work' But then you'd always.

Cook it. Conjuring handles for your bikes and baskets. Say

there's a place out back. Then a strategy for getting into it.

Apart from a car. A honk without birds. And there you are.

With nothing to say to you again. As fist in face. Enjoyable

enough in its going forth on waves. Of unlikely moments. No.

'so you don't have to invent romantic myths diamond' mines

No. Just advance in the likely direction of your schemes. Go.

when you thought

There'd be surprising things in poems. We'd grin politely. Secretly

rise up in mist. Evaporate nicely. Go on.

Didn't you think I'd notice how you loved our new city. Sleepily. Gone

through towers to meadows to time. Not time.

More complicated conditions in this refurbished independence. I'm

found. Under a local bridge. Surprised. And by.

My incapacities go on. You'll drop by with or without pasta. We'll eat

from the bottom. And seriously. How wasn't I.

Could this be what Thanking arranges. A pleasant continuation. Some for

drinks some substance going on. Some How.