I lie with one leg up and my arms in a circle,
like you’re there but hip dysplasia you’re not

I feel the ache in my psoas from sitting on horizontal
bars earlier like chicken Chinese tag

I listen to love songs of every variety to feel what
might be happening to me like vetting

Cross my mind, kindly. And enter a new frequency
of thought, where you are standing below my

Elbow, at rest by my funny bone, I won’t hit you
it hurts me, and I can’t cradle you closer if you’re

Not next to me, it isn’t so funny, maybe more ironic
Than anything else appears to be. I consider

Changing and I know that thinking about it runs
Me in circles like the ones aliens leave to prove 

That they exist, but we all know that they don’t 
Because otherwise they would’ve said something,

Long ago, while we were waiting for nothing
And it didn’t come, like Godot. And isn’t something

Better than nothing, or the grass never greener
Than when you’ve quit smoking? I wouldn’t know

I re-up when I see your ex-boyfriend and his Chinese
Cigarettes, slim, and his girlfriend, chubby, like a cherub

With a unibrow and sort of like Frieda Kahlo, if
You’re into that sort of thing, and you are, I’ll tell you now. 

Even though we couldn’t go to her house because it
Was closed and saw the museum of Diego Rivera instead.

I’ll always remember that day right before it rained,
When we saw the hills from above, plastered in green

And the sky grew sickening, and we left in a hurry, stopping to
Take stalk of the gift shop, before clambering in a car

And returning to the city. Leaving a fortress behind, works and
Muses and wishing wells, and myths behind us. A temple

Like the fortress of Doom. And from then on, I was born into
A mess of certainty that weighs on me like rubber. 

Every day snakes by just the same thoughts as I had then.

Orpheus and Narcissus 

If they met
Would one pine for the other
Across he styx, river floats a head
Of beauty, incarnate

Without nature we find holes
Where we left behind

Pomegranates, by ice rinks. You
Were locked in the underworld,
And I looked 

Will you drown in your desires,
Am I to be seen or go,
Where, I know
The three headed dog lives.

Around, turn around, don’t look. 

/


Echo and Eurydice

Hear the call of their lover
From far away,

Cannot respond in kind
Are barred by

Their barriers from a 
Speak to you

They open a wound
And find themselves
Sealed away. 

Stay, stay there, don’t move. 

‘


Echo

Hear the sound of honesty
Show who loves simplicity,
Or is it complicity?

le gusta lo que he conocido.

Ella quiere la misma, siempre. Son un 
accidente - los momentos que cambia
su mente. Son fantasías del otro mundo
que existan solo por lo minuto y descarga 
rápidamente para volver al presente
a la verdad que es un expresión falsa
porque insinúa (significa) falsa, un estado
de mentiras que no pudiera existen 
pero está aquí la misma. Deben colocarse 
Debemos colocarse – cuando hay una idea 
que no existe, bájala, súbela, revuelta 
 y mira la cara de la luna, que nunca 
sería una mentirosa, como los demos.

Hay personas que risan, que lloran, que 
logran, y no hay nadie que puede decir
siempre verdaderas cuando están en un
estado de emociones difíciles, como yo.
Entonces. Decirá una una mentira hermosa a
que abre mis ojos y entra frente de mí peña.

Perdóname, hablo poco de Español.

Parquet from pre-war assembly
of ligaments, under carpet

What about post-war? Ruins
of tenderness upon racket —

Symphonic buzzing bees 
pollinating Jell-O sh- it’s allergy
season, post-nasal climate on
at, well, defense.

Empty spring beaches and beached
polar bears flash their vortexes,

Arrested by your glare – the sun’s,
which runs through your eye as
though lightening glanced not from sky

on high but from sand, where
you wanted to be buried – nostrils 
poking at air 

Under water sits God 
within easy reach
air restlessly blooms from
begonias + Tarantella calls you
aside

We all sit silently when
silence rains 
hits panes and bellows
against our chest
again


Why did you, again
slow depreciation 
of fireside chats +
the spectacle of 
war –

the German U-boat
turning circles, shot
rudder, sitting duck –
KRAUTS! 

And the underdog
that will win with 
fighting spirit, spurs

an upset operational mad
anger epsilon pow dry
kegs on regrets, that wood
fallow grounding supining and so 
surround surrogate feelings with 
weaponry. 

I. 

Danced with you two
Floor hopping legs like windshield 
Wipers’ anticipation before rain
Then next night
Band played Star Wars
On another rainy evening
I took your invitation
And saw a peculiar planet
New elevation of
The one sought after,
Not seeking. 


Off leather, into knee joints
Twisting columns of can’t
And can — wooden floor
And coffee table. Is anyone
Seeing this — crowded, dark,
Electronic nest of music

Shaking jowls loose 
Meeting you more than halfway
Otherwise I’d be sitting, still. 
Your disappointments, no,
My quiet, yes,
But then I thought and knew
It don’t matter like it used to

Twin cosmos flat new
Rubber soles treading
On toes into shining
Upper body carriage
Finds tracks, like Oregon
Trail.

But do I like anyone 
So much as dancing?
Partnership

II.

Every one I know lays together on
Charlotte’s bed and discusses 
What — what we already know
Sorrows of similarity penning
Difference in our hearts, diffident. 

A quadrangle situated in the last 
Space, like crush the bean —
Absolutely no space for children, 
Bottom of pecking order — charging
Through your open invitations. 
Where I sit, opposite from you. 

Slow swans, bluesy tunes, wandering
Into friends’ smiles though there’s no lighter
For the cigarette and my soul is upside
Down. 

Ions floating, push and pull, stretch
Their shoulders. I am no object, nor is time.
Why should they ask for what pushes us through each
Latent sentiment of each day When you

Can take it in your own hands and bend 
me like rubber. I’d rather halve it and spit 
The distance (split the difference). Some 
What I’m bivalent (ambivalent) to yes. 


III. 


Sitting under poplars —
Popular kid from college
Washed up post-party
At Dean Street, Belle & Sebastian
Ring through to greet
Guests from 9 to 5 cuz
Te Quiero til the sun
Comes up then I go
About my day normally,
Alone, away from you,
Who does what you do,
And I hear about it after

IV. 

Pepper rosebud rosemary
Chapel choose who you
Marry may I carry open
Parcels of pavement sprayed
With “Dig” into “Dick” your 
Mark, masterful as mastication
And many stone diners option
1, 2, 3 and you chose 2 with 
Me, in agree forested by
Palms and slapping trees wads
Of paper was crinkled by 
honeysuckin’ final clean up crew
fertilizin’ swan eggs in the presence
Of the mate, not matin’ jus’
waitin’ the 2 months to gestate

I place more weight on my right than my left
And you place more weight on what’s wrong than what’s right

So we lean in opposite directions and the 
Beam between us quickens its velocity, like an arrow

Or a dart or a bullet leaving too fast off the mark
Twisting through air into pockets of stares from

People standing tall in the night and when you pick a fight
I’ll combine all my might with the way that judgement can stare

A hole like a scorch mark around your elementary eyelids
And when I first started to write poetry I did it because

I saw a collection and thought well I can do that but I’ve never looked
At you and thought well that I can do. And it’s true, too. If you understand 
That understatement of the century, thank you.