Dogs without names
famous in our city
are looking inward
Here or there
words taken away
where no light is due
Shall receive attention
the rhetoric of necessity
is never loyal
Resist crawling
on four legs
successfully
that’s my anthem
Brother animal
cousin stump
.
A rose chair
in the garbage truck
soaking up
was it fog or mist
This memory almost exists
The detail enormous
before its window
moon I do not
want you on my back
Here I keep track
of what can be discarded
Self-portrait with
one half of a bed
.
Part song
of trepidation
True ground
hidden in foil
this tune begging a reply
Freeze dried fashioned and frozen
textured like concrete slabs
moonlighting somewhere
At the mystery end of this little dirt road
a strange line of color
water-jug in the shape of a tree
.
For the cats also
cornered in M’s alleyway
This is what it means
to revel in the obscure
cloistered sublimities
So large nobody counts
how many times we have listened
when the kid downstairs cries
it was I who said
the entire world is surrounded
By weather but weather is
the feral one
.
At the end of a question
that followed winter
hawks of some kind
covering the moon
why call them
Smashing candles
on the corner of the garage
I don’t know
if time is generous
shaking up the night tree
.
A figure that seems
to pass right through us
all around the emptying out
As a parallel I think
this dolorous sky
swallows the afternoon
Tell me house of splintered voice
if whoever is also outside
would draw a circle in the sand with an X
throw a javelin from wind
zigzagging over the open field
Something I saw once
hiding under so many beds
.
A room without mystery
has too little
leads to a starting point
where what surrounds can be explained
Still you choose
some origin if not the perfect one
residents need not enter
The first true thing
inside each artificial thing
plain song madrigal
for the mind’s knife to catch
