set vertical against the sky
and the cries of YOUR AD HERE
a humid peace is rolling in
this particular formation
is as natural as the wind
gaze the same way to get a glimpse
How it’s going: trips (5)
howitsgoing
How it’s going: trips (4)
but behind my thumb is the world gone mad
i return to center and look towards the horizon
for birds of plenty, birds of war, and birds of
restitution
How it’s going: trips (3)
where
do you want to go? ask
the toy planes in the window, the suits
of the travel agents ballet on their backs
to the music behind the
closed door. i’ve been told it’s a dying
industry but for now it’s me that’s trying
not to capture my reflection
in the window
in my photo
How it’s going: trips (2)
time and space fold in and out
breathe
like an accordion
i’m part of the problem
keeping my fingers
pushed against the knob
How it’s going: trips (1)
what will it be this time?
will i fall
will i be pulled
or maybe massaged through,
guided, my make believes
parted,
sub-equal
How it’s going: Spring pt. 10
in many ways
this captive life
will endure
some become rhumb
still others choose
to take the tour
How it’s going: Spring pt. 9
the horizon is not without
its lonely cheer
some out of boundaries
make a whole career
getting pulled in
is no surprise
gravity still works
on shielded eyes
How it’s going: Spring pt. 8
what to make of fuel
when it insists
is the only real thing
you need to ask yourself
today
How it’s going: Spring pt. 7
if you’re wondering
how time will mark you
look:
against the welcoming soil
are indicators
How it’s going: Spring pt. 6
the news comes in code
through stickers on the lightposts
and the callboxes that hang on their waists
now, comes the sixth estate
every slapped palm
on the back of a stop sign
riles up the collective mind
between flap of the butterfly’s wings
and the sky
i simmer
