enough humans /
time to exit in an ordered manner /
less weight is needed in space /
to find air above the horizon only here /
other bodies have yet to discover /
our peculiar touch /
for consuming whole ideas /
in a white flour dough /
all at once /
as one stomach across the globe /
every abstract becomes a meal /
sinking flat feet further /
in the matter of opinion
12, she is 2 /
half of nearly /
dozening the morning lull /
a calendar of 5s /
all weeks’ end /
celebrating on ¾ hour /
oddly even despite /
doubling in sizing up /
where 1? /
that paid for counting /
relative numbers /
multiplying in squared footage /
along the port’s divisions /
keep subtracting from 0 /
until the sum is an outline /
holding decreasing air /
generations in the negative column /
adding to the absence /
in inflated margins /
write off
okay, let’s puncture this ark /
drive a self-sharpened awl through the hull /
one defined puncture to spread the verb /
through thousands of gallons of licked force /
trawling land 10 metres high with gulfing transparency /
not like walking through air this saying /
it brings density to a stroll /
washing a species off the table mat /
leaving room for a new scrawled outline /
to scroll this earth
the faded angle lies on its side /
obscured in the growing easement /
digested now as a last resort /
after locating consciousness on warmed concrete /
the days are too thinly bright /
for thick shades of stain /
that holds itself in the air /
with a recognizable weight /
over thumbed heads /
a point positioned to slab continents /
now leaning against loosestrife /
at the culvert’s 0
few clues today in the river /
even film over the eye has a tidal pull /
refracting the definite outline of punctuation /
so the mark is missed and aim falls short of placing the period /
at an end that would move the planet /
and sear a line into the day’s horizon /
for generations to pause and take photos of proof /
that a river was punctured twice in the same place of sound and saying /
and the continent creaked for a second /
as the common day was pulled away /
from scouring the streets under its course
the gun makes a sound /
people make a sound /
rapids make a sound /
continuous with slight changes in posture /
the gun pings off large glass buildings /
zagging up into sky and cloud /
people issue laterally at a slight angle raised /
trying to clip heads across the street /
all tones in their unformed instruments /
drawing worlds into a contracted gob
time d /
done /
zzzzz /
blam /
see mor e /
tick tak /
we /
wail /
last /
snap /
aaah /
nee /
finger /
furst /
dum /
dun
in the bed of the city /
it’s all effort to not /
get braided in each sound /
flap of movement, falling colour /
the city is an immature argument /
contorting with whim
dissolving in waves of /
projected inhale and exhale /
I keep its grave in my pocket /
unwrapped at public events /
to impress new locals /
with its growing scale
all things lost anywhere /
that’s the ad verbatim /
plus an incomplete phone number /
don’t expect it to be so easy /
give over or under /
the bellies and intestines /
moving with one’s history /
just try keep the colon back in third grade /
it continues learning /
despite being bookless /
hoarding its layered knowledge /
for a sunday surprise
it is merely a door /
white frame through which /
the grand abstract enters /
never enough chairs to /
seat a fathomless girth /
little weight, all filler /
swelling into greasy angles of the kitchen /
difficult to determine /
which hand to shake /
thousands extending, contracting /
windmilling, tangled in the clothesline /
shouting in the bathroom /
at multiple reflections /
failing to recognize last year’s fashion choices