providence

wet hat first we

travel acrostic but

so down

our same shoes

the glass house

to unsee it now

for fiction I'm

dumb w music

spread out in love

around your bread

rising the pigeon 

sounds I drool to

compute beyond 

pleasure for sport

look other ways 

you say your ears

close like steel

volts/my computer

game approach to

recall-- the soft 

pound of every

water the drops

now are joke all

heart shaped 

kitty cat and

anyways 

another last light

its rectangle movie

w holes/in dis

array but 

the ballet of 

compersion

the movies

I swim out past the waves 

and bob till my fingers turn yellow

looking east and then west

it never gets old

being salted and dusty

heavy roses in the wind

the thing is I am very untied now

an un-caught drift, no container

biking up hill

past the business that sells glass

how beautiful to specialize in something 

so clear and sharp

basketball cigarettes rat slap

the slick green table 

Molly the bartender

I get to my car as the clock strikes 10

I sit with the door open

one foot on the road 

looking up at the bell tower

M says

the good news is people have been 

trying to figure out what to do when summer ends 

since at least as long as I’ve been around

like maybe it doesn’t this time