that remembering was the only confusion.
The present was a relic
of a past I was older than
A triangular slash of blue a flap streaks
whose particles appear here? Tourette's in smile form.
Every state has its own terrible dream kept
by an open window, a whisper to be announced.
The sun pellets my visage once before the
There I came dressed like a houseplant
caught by the smoke signals of a sheared
We walked in winter formulating granules
into pretend speeches about lounge chairs
and holograms. Blink twice for some comedy.
Replacement follows the waning seconds of
Just as the neighbors knock on the door to ask
permission to shake the house, thin air
takes a trip.
Another time we'll swap stories as usual.
Point to the dotted line upon which I signed
those were slumber days for us.
Truncated by patterns so lofty in fat
before a low rectangle sound blew warning to the village.
The pool shapes my hair counter-intuitive to
Is the reaction pre-linguistic to avoid disaster?
I'll bet you and your conditions on the
of a road map that forbearers burst into song
rather than flames, or simply fancy talk.
Morning lisps greet you in the morning despite an alarm,
while someone somewhere deals with their own
breath. From the corner crams resistance to shoving
a fiver in my back pocket that two weeks
seemed like a relief to look forward to.
What a grotesque tendency to speak in a
whenever something slightly daring is ready to slip.
Notes on the day were found in scraps torn
a newly manicured future came prepared to your cancel.
The gang dispersed during the Olympics,
before their tentacular flare sniffed around the bronze.
It was the sprint to the hurdle that became
important, an organized dance to halt events.
I wait by the phone, a model to be ignored
something candid that graphs the forgotten deed?
According to the syllabus, the utilitarian
seem falsely heady, seem a rubber chicken to enjoy
in a pleasure boat wrought with historical
Up in the sky the F16 fighters make their pass,
a hummingbird drops into view, wards off the
A cat in a box maneuvers in shrunken space
and the handwritten starts here, dueling for
control over the details neither hide nor hair.
The solemn fountain drowns out your voice,
a head nods in agreement, believing in the appropriate.
A return to the balmy predicts an unwelcome
and a jagged view interluded by ongoing trips
to the bathroom. A railroad house lacks
places to sit
even though carousing there gives a fine scope
to fit my marginal helping hands. The same
the tamale guy paces and whoops also casts the location
for others to dump coolers, attend to
The same street we forget to own up to our plot?
I was dizzy in a dream once but never asked
which stool among the furniture was suitable
for an average request. In an indivisible
we cannot part amicably to the music of suspense.
Look at the camera from a split screen and
the down and out position so you can be left silly
taking in the laughter. What to do with
shifts the story to a separate location, undisclosed perhaps.
To be bold in a monochromatic night despite
wind, a limped walk, the fragrance of burnt burgers.
The cloud coverage excused itself, offered a
to fallen ashes caught in a web, brought lowly fuzz
and jumbled pictures which haplessly turned
into a lip-reading fest, a muted lead in prime time.
Perhaps it is that my drawers are tidy and
up in accordance to the state, ready to allow feigned
ritual over a cozier artifice. Is it more
real to look out
a window than say step into a motion sensor's territory?
Sorry if you find everything expendable in
what was once
dubbed unifying as if the fight is better than the solution.
In celebration a two-fisted gulp gives rise
to an end all.
We approach in unison this nightly state and wipe our feet
upon entry, digging at the grooves with the
sharp objects, the scary I don't pay attention to.
Recycling bin clatter in morning light
a slanted fence and thin-legged birds across the gutter.
You are already devising plans for the
in bad taste the patchwork wheels the composition in
wakefulness to head south, a flawed
to be had. The username for this cadre of children is yawn.
Passwords suspect inputs and outputs of
a luring trap when an alternate system falls flat.
To wake alone one morning white and corral
under ancient stairs, that must be the legendary send off
everyone routes me to, when feeling up to it
Really, to suggest changing ingredients cost you your job?
Now my admiration is nothing but a
catchword, a thing
tasted in mouth, then slowly melts like the infamous wafer.
My presence in bed is nothing but strange
friends, a clamor
against the sounding charge, set to be wiped clean.
That the glossy cover of a favorite book
curls in heat
just in time for a dinner unplanned at a concealed hour
and a blaze unfiltered. I lost your friction
a scheduling problem, a double-booking at an unknown
address. It is consistent that we cannot say
until a dead-end road burns at both ends, waiting
for the moment when translation becomes
exact in its
message giving. You are out of your can, out and about
in a trance where decent frequencies cannot
Connections end in their map made lines where distance
is determined, packed down in preparation or
to a crisp after a solar burst. There's always a figure
standing in for something, on the field or
even in the field.
Which one is destroyed first for the gateway needed?
More than ever the news is nothing but dirty
where nothing's left, in terms of possession is the best way.
The light's perils confuse when it comes in
as if to singe the eyebrows off the walls with a junky
magnifying glass. In the dark now where
still cannot locate the exact placement of tires upon curb
and grit on the wipers, but it's your car
I'm looking for.
Indeterminacy of details, like the numbers picked when
hoping for an answer or the sun flecks in
your fallen hair
when a mist begins, keeps me waving at strangers passing
by in jalopies. Cacophonous in dreaming and
the tab, I hang up my dancing shoes in an attempt to say
I won't bumble in public or bubble in letter
C just to fill
in something. Between the clicking of heels and scanning
an image to show as proof, we tussled with
against the incoming shadowy self-advertisement called
tomorrow's edge. Is it somewhat safer or
"good to know"
that our wills can be psychologically predicted in jest?
In musket gray light a modern deliverance of
love, a letter?
And from chaos stems order and we call it history.
A rust colored dog climbs the tree in front
of your house,
the place that busts a dream's counter logic in the wake.
Rolled barrels in stride the way you rolled
feet in bed
to salvage the design, and now the target near the base
just missed the mark. I kick started your
to turn around, you fiddled with hair in a new-minted
glow. The birds chatter incessantly and
ink splotches the bed cover, debilitating a pen.
Water now slaps harder in coldness and in
the way impediments fill up the sky to heavy the feet
in a direction where gravity and decency get
When my lungs are eaten by the rain outside
jumper cables are bliss and doubt hauntingly
Just clear the sample, what something isn't draws me out.
The rusty blue and the water that fills its
to bring awareness to a passing rain all morning long.
Who can't describe to you the fallout over
A puffy red coat now presents itself and the tiny body
it protects with the larger steps it intends
I dropped the ball that landed near the impediments
of an embankment scattered across the
causing its whirling order to get lost among the rough.
Upon distancing the days when the weight of
meant something to sift through, I tossed aside a pretense
carved out of glass and thought it resembled
I recall when the boardwalk made us channel a stance
one way or the other, not unlike our
A trip I would call contagious and subtle and you,
dimming outline in a pledge to unbind the
I check the hefty sky for it continues to go unremarked.
An unsigned two-pear still life painted with
hangs in a pleasantly lit restaurant south of the Thames,
tables are small and toilets on separate
floors. Deliver mail
to this place of devotion, a separatist by way of default,
a double fault at deuce, thirty all, forty
love and a tired foot.
Detach from the day's evaluation and seek tenderness in little
light dabs as they stick to branch tips like
an unexpected wet snow.
Since the only use is to relieve the interruption in the
it's stupid to blame someone for using uh
huh instead of
you're welcome. Listening to the music talking to yourself,
I began to think of legend way before it
the wobbly tracks that go two stops west of the palms.
Is it cuz the hummingbird now hangs upside
down without talon?
Talent comes in wanting to not know simultaneously each
definition and the dawn is mine in what
unfaithful view is left.
Foreheads contemplate the vast spaces one thinks they deserve.
To think this rupture has been composed in a
in a two-story walk up with aluminum siding and a transfer
rust color not yet disposed of. This
going on nerve walks into the deadpan doorframe for yet
another episode of high jinks, but with the
intent to capture
the subtlety in a dispirited occasion. The red-tailed hawk
devised a means for enclosing the vaguest
within an arc of chronicled days at its most ordinary, to be
not found in grand flights but in
I couldn't stop focusing on the countdown and healthy
respect for the confusions, not knowing the
rules of daily
event but there is beauty there. There lies reassurance
in forgetting and saying there's nothing
wrong with brand new.
This exhaustion is nothing more than a night when the sunrise
seems exciting. Is it responsibility to turn
on and initiate specificity?
The trappings go unchallenged until the phone rings in