how can it be that in dreams
everyone you’ve drowned comes back to you
the tv in the war room, old emails
popular things to paint
red, roads, the president
as if longing had a bottom you could get to
I remember walking past churches and green lawns
waiting for E’s band to play
standing next to his mother who hated me
feeling like a part of my life had stopped
in the middle of New Jersey. all of this
is just another dead hemisphere
I can go back to now
it is not a crime to remember half the metaphor
or to leave your wife & take the refrigerator with you
I hate the word pussy hate the erotic is that poetic truth? is this?
imagine an end to opulence
pink fish on a teal plate
i thought they were sunbathers
The fall of my sophomore year, four bodies were found in a hollowed tree-trunk close to campus. The alarm went off in my nighttime poetry workshop. No one cried. No one’s poems improved. Later, two friends thought they had heart attacks and were taken the ER in the middle of the night, declared fine, and sent home. Someone told me he thought the cafeteria water has LSD in it.
another kind of crime scene
walking to the post office with A
to vote laughing at the political girl who yelled at us
for saying we weren’t going to I guess she was right file with the others
for him was that the beginning of love? for me it was an island
1 moment of safety to run from later
what you empty empties you back: ambien, gold clouds
more elegant things: snow on plum blossoms
in the japanese pavilion a courtesan shields
her face with a teacup
it looked like a gun.
no such thing as hard science
today tila tequila is astral projecting
imagine not knowing motherwell read lorca.
imagine burning seaweed for salt.
all i wanted was a plane ticket, clear weather
or some immediate fragment of objectivity
the size of crumbs birds fight over
through a window
in the airport.
the 1830s national economic crisis brought an end to the illustrated novel
& its lavish hued flutes
everyone leaves their mother on outskirts of a hurricane
remember the Kmart P drove to drunk
before we took his keys? who went off lithium that summer?
what were we doing the in woods? acting like we were hiding a body
at least that's the only way it can see it now
taking in details as part of some greater, cosmic darkness
& returning with ice for the vase