Poems

Matter

look at the sun
along the off-white
afternoon
over my shoulder

memory
speaks through
shambolic ideals
shivered beauty

lashed by cold light
your questions
lip air

go out
fall to ruin
walk ordinary matter

 

 

Behind Still Not Far

I was aware of the road but not
of my own      did I flatten myself against
unknowing      accidentally kick
a presence or prick the social air
gilded inside night       I could have
driven the width of our states
but the love I was leaving
the grip      the side of the highway
I was behind myself      holding it
badly    alone    tired of my eyes as I am
now bored with my excuses
      perhaps the rain will be harder
than intended      perhaps this bruise
is still mine      and I no longer need it

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