“Drama” is just a sound. Distant festivals diffuse across a wash of sunshine, birds, saxophone. The waves assault beaches, dragging garbled glazes to the bottom of the lake.
Monthly Archives: May 2009
Dissolving
When you stagger into empty parking lots: this sky, cobalt-mauve, crawls over you.
Inattention resembles pauses between leaves. Streetlights aren’t hollow late May; they spill over with midges.
As you sprawl through squinted alleys, thought coughs and slurs.
Balsa
The leaves of an evergreen veer like ribs bent into needles. Our shaggy gray cat, caught in the rain, involves carpet with burrs of water.
Agriculture
Witchcraft, on screen, real time.
My talisman and my fetishes sink in this humid cascade of crackling showers. They fall to earth with quaking.
Our sisters live silently along the fault.
Chironomidae
Soft muffleheads; they don’t bite, don’t sting. When I stand naked in the smudged incandescence of a room lit only by monitor, they playfully tickle over my skin.