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

the plot of the winding river
ends with winter,
as does the path that skirts beside it

in my porous mind
find the annals
in my thick fists
the cold storage

hard not to think of last year
but why stop there?

a simple rubbing
of my sheets
would flush my youth
and meet your needs

i found a release
in just leaving the house
it was a relief
to leave anywhere

wasn’t much different
than closing my eyes
in the morning,
inside