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
laughter is expired air /
a spittle phlegm bit /
wasting breath on points /
that should rather be stabbed /
left to distract oneself /
the petals curdle /
fold up into the ribcage /
humour is bone grinding bone /
only a flash of teeth /
releasing distant space /
such blackhole /
born as an infinite chuckle
come tree /
move move motion /
add bruises to leaf litter /
if you can /
make the way /
can it be final? /
across the street /
dent my arms /
with upper limb chip /
should I remove others for you? /
bend their names /
to mine
poetry never fails /
often it may not accomplish /
but it never fails /
the skeleton of saying /
laid bare not barren /
what is the curse /
is the alignment /
from tip to foot /
how far can /
the rest spread out/
into traffic