Monday, July 12, 2021


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

another last light
its rectangle movie
w holes/in dis
array but 
the ballet of 

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