nearly there aiming for /
approximate average quote /
space beside the specific /
that pushes the ship past gravity /
a clear trend line fueling /
a looting of unexpected shares in expired suburbs /
the same thing they sold /
backward shorthand if you don’t speak the ease/
all one spend convenient blanched currency /
dare say “what?” at /
the community gate
Wait for Room
comfort causes pain /
sitting still disturbs grasshoppers mulling over their next locust move /
no fortified strong backarm doesn’t /
crack the clavicle already bent over stateless /
motionless in a room diminished every thing /
its easy to remove the body from the heart
Long Song
there is the chickadee as the chickadee before /
fist-sized energy pronouncing some incremental turn of the planet /
what they build is a world no less /
of lending a wing to currents and tremors /
see what I do, lighting to a perch on which the earth rests
Divider
what continues to be said in absentia of the frail points separating the highway where we would prefer to collide neither giving way / as is after a snow storm, laying claim to the entire parking lot with the dividers hidden and so all space is taken without those faded agreements
Specs for Kandinsky
in 1909 buildings and trees and grass and sky pressed up against the glass /
flattening out to colourful stains /
glowing green, ripe blue, heated yellow /
how could anything live in Murnau? /
all the space where oxygen widens is squeezed /
people gladly slice through razor thin doorways /
blackbirds fly up or down only, frantic for a hidden perch /
and as the air escapes through the crack at the bottom of the scene /
citizens forget how to speak
The Measure
grave matters /
it really does /
our closing dimensions /
unruly edges pressed down with spit /
two sets of lines falling parallel /
never crossing /
as is the meaning allowed /
a hole passed around /
at best, a novel definition lands /
stretching h x w /
to a landscape
Future Tense
one mouth / a clapping crease / as for multiple mouths, a hole in the universe / lofty crack, creaking in firsttime / not that secondtime counting procedural motions and white wigged nays / but the firsttime combusting from intimate elements / into flashes of a public space breathing through alltime / with a common body sensing the pricks from every earthy direction / hopefully, the abstracts sharing a feel
Current
swimming over the red river / noun and descriptor have always been one / the dive is drawn in a sharp arc / landing where lead breaks / graphite crumbs on the bank / stretching out toes above the waterline / creeping for a drop off / where remains of light lend a lift to the brown / before it walls towards blueblack / even into an unbroken sheen, there is calculation
Spread the Metre
take, go, out to the glare / heighting above a shaking hand / build leaking vessels from the craft / of inwardly glue, mile-long staples, four-sided tape, unfinishing nails / leaving the image trailing into the street / designed for the rhythm of tripping / take, go, fire the sign / annealing phrase to a living line
Orbit
dying in space would be ideal /
no earth to move /
no air for eulogies /
no sound for sympathies /
no surface for signing certificates /
room to relax for the finale /
calm beyond recourse /
reaching out for the gesture alone /
and all the light and dark a human can allow