another day in NYC
walking over bridges and dreaming of money
and love for days. i bring my good mask
for indoor time
and i circle the loveliest
body of water i can find
to find an overlook
on which to do it

figures and noise
and a tide pulled
in recognition
suit me fine

i see the dance all at once
a nourishing shimmer
over time

in bleed water bay
and in love,
in america,
waiting for the sun
to grow. till then
money saves you

they eventually fall
the other things i mean
to the various silences in which i waltz
come, spin
delicious
wins

perspective is
among other things
a series of lines

the fields i occupy
agree
they present a face
a kind of time sensitive
message sent to me

poured into the shoes of a believer
the mild sinner
will wait out the panting animal

and bark into a smith
if it keeps the blues away
for good

helpless against the terrible beauty of the world

the things we miss own us
in a way the things we lost
never will

memory is
a chance medley
a railing installed
on your heart’s trail

using the queer math applied
when the gravel path
filled the stars with its pride
but your head
with the dust from the rockslide