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

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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