hey, thelast letterof thelast wordof thelast sentenceof thelast paragraphof thelast pageof thelast bookof thelast librarywould liketo saygoodbyebut alasthe endis nigh
like the flyat thewindowdoes notunderstandfree passageis a gift ¬ a givenwe beat ourwings againstthe other’swords awaitingatmosphericchange
the black dog settles on my chest;my heart thrums a gallows beatthrough open windowed dark—stars look away with each breathtrees exhale in moon-rushed exultation(if there is sleep, let sleep come;if there is dream, let dream overwash;if there is silence, let silence breakagainst the wall […]
dancing but fallingfluid muscle memoryacross time & spacemoving but failingflailing we glidethrough each daya hundred thousandmisdirections ofleft feet firmin unbelief stridingsomewhere self-assured but wonderingthe worth of movementaround a sun steadilydimming despite ourhallelujahs & hosannahs
every once & again when a sigh escapes & someone thinks you farted instead just own it & carry on carrying on
whatever pigeons wantlet them have—which is to saysometimes giving upis the best optionespecially ifyou’re carrying aroundloaves of bread
months long sunbreaks & slidesacross sky pan& the fog &funk rise togreet us inbeds split bysweat-slick sheets& look there’s not much tosay except sorryabout the garagedoor & heydid you everbuy any plums?
babble babble babblebabble babble;babble babble babblebabble babble babble bab-ble babble babble babblebabble babble babble babblebabble . . . babble babblebabble babble
swamp summer hip-highin minnow mud &frog scum, skyan open tearcrowded by shrub-top& tree-crown & conventthoughts caught on tonguein birdsong & chirrup& things left unsaidin untwinings & whatdid you expect?
blessed bethe meekfor theyare quietas chuchmice nibblingblessed bethe poorfor in povertythey knowwant & kneadtheir dailybreadblessed bethe dyingfor theyare nearerto peaceblessed bethe thirstyfor theirdesire isnever quenchedblessed bethe youngfor theyare sparedfrom knowingblessed beyou whowonder foryour aweshall keepyou free
sometimesall you cando is eat thedamned potato
party’s endthe last goodbyeechoes firefly air
lawn mowing shoesgreen into summer—shirtless sweat sheen