MEMORIAL BURN

charred card

    from her memorial burn

blows about

    the heat wave garden

~

its goodbye

    if goodbye is goodbye

in fire

   

    & wine & cigs

FLOP SWEAT NIMBUS

i woke up 

in flop sweat

suddenly very concerned

if many voicemails

i ever left

still rest on old tapes 

in junk drawer thickets
or lurk like spiders
saved in user accounts
in the ethernet nimbus

THE FOREST MOONS & HAPPY SEAS

stretched out 

in the darkness

listening to 

our beige hum 

& dogs barking 

garden fences away

~

& i fall 

into a dream 

of forest moons
that only yield
to happy seas
in the doldrums 

of their equator

AT THE MORNING DESK

clock in

&

hammer down

&

type up the giants in the mist

~

the level of fruitlessness

that could 

end this

meat reportage

i have yet to discover

WHILE SPAIN PLAYED SAUDI ARABIA

to a 1992 ten pence coin
i say heads i recover my health

& i toss it 

& its heads

& i say heads i will become monied

& i toss it

& its heads

& i say heads there is a god

& i toss it

& its heads

well i love its optimism 

& asking nothing of it
i toss it again
& its tails 

as if in confirmation contrast

of all the heads before