Monday, January 11, 2021

regular poem


when midday has the vibe
of late afternoon
I know I'm in for it
I know I know 
nothing

covid and the wind
still blows

I consult my team,
smoke the crumbs 
on my table

the night takes every 
possible turn

the clouds interlock
in questions 
soothing to 
mind loss

I said I'm unhinged
no, half hinged
you said 
you never know 
if someone is feeling 
cloudy or sunny about you

tomorrow the clouds are verbs
the wet, white roses

in so many pictures
I can't tell our difference 

when the moon is right there
in the morning
the question of sleep

my dreams are 
dark daytime 
anyway 
a bad theater

I'm undone because
(half done) the sun 
is doing something

you had this snack 
that was an egg 
with a fig in it 
you were like, 
should I eat it now or later? 
and I was like now 
because you're glowing 
like the egg, now

was slutty,
moony

revering...our curveball
this gentle evening 

turning myself in 
my dream there was
water and you were 
comforting me
at the bus stop
and it was just 
enough of you 
to say so