i sang out
for the walls
looked beatable
close up
the thought of
taking a crowbar
to the cracks i saw there
pacified

i sang out
for the walls
looked beatable
close up
the thought of
taking a crowbar
to the cracks i saw there
pacified
from curtain to keyhole
a single note moves from
show to show in search of its role
no matter the size of the ending in sight
chase the most promising light
off an early smell, curbside,
comes afternoon
a sidewalk of wet paper
and straw
endless noses craning up
practice was the word
i used to separate
the land from the sea
the first to look back
was the first to think escape
the two outcomes merge
when you check the tape
off my shoulder
a figure moves across
the shutter door
a better view emerges
under the glass
the fire that burns through this
expression is now
seasonal,
sorry to say
learn to be less haunted
a house of blueprints
with eraser eyes, adjusting
to tiny movements in the earth’s crust
borrows a slick pen and
draws a pull
from the workers in the field,
using blindfolds as headbands,
bent over the endless work
that comes with surrender to the flow
no railings in heaven
says the fine print on the
waiver
it seems reasonable when
faced with the alternative
a brick staircase and
heavy rains
a concrete tie trail
and chains
the method is revealed.
part hologram, part
floating screen, part
illusion, all trick,
walk around it until you are ready to watch it