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