OK these tidal pulls
elongated elbows bitter pipes from eyes hot spit deletes
inconvenient strangers
and irritating cadres of sea shells
who congregate in lulls
so my hypnotic collections chatter this fine night, smell the horizon, breathe the monument that mounts the stares, the anemones
the dry ice of my residue sublimes mixes with greater warming
the quotidian novelist inconsequential as a poet assays short lines to snort in public short lives shot and won't say now is a 'new' beginning
endless the area under the afternoon's cultivation endless the bus trip endless the piling of dishes in digs infinite my lungs my blotted companions ousting the poet that bites the hands that read him
my cuckold my amanuensis my shuffling increment
my progress from b flat to b
sunshine leaks from your eyes in the kindergarten of the worlds and Gaia holds her breath until nobody notices she's part of the furniture outside it's dark the parents have not come
thought police line up for pay
it's been a long day