a bottlecap of birdseed
on the fire escape

a pocket radio
on WKCR

a liquid cat
and a segue machine
surrounding you

the birth,
of wild surrender!

the job’s already done!
there i was
true boots to the ash girder,
when informed.

now i barrel towards the taller water
spinning, holy,
only ever ten seconds away

and the job’s already done!

what burns
but tinder, a journey
from cedar to cinder

which reveals the nature of the world

what feeds the flame
besides that which it isn’t?

just what is it about modernism
that drove everyone crazy?

i’m just trying to have dinner
i’m just trying to walk through the door

but i gotta be the sky
i gotta be the big thicc
that everyone passes through

that everyone builds their homes to forget

the branches are many
and the roots run deep
it’s easy to feel like you failed

the toss of a penny
gone not quite so steep
and anarchy would have prevailed

cross the room correctly and
the path emerges

to stare is one thing,
conducting it to harmonious rest
is quite another

neither the internal logic of the art
nor the strange world of its rules
could stop my brutal feet

everything that’s cold and good
and taught in school
falls away

yes

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