WRITING M.O. & DALI LAND

i write them

& rewrite them

& backtrack for backbone

& slip sideways

& jump north

& backtrack for clarity

& go blank 

& open doors

& wear a hat

& conjure dali land 

until i cant

not at all

& thats now

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