Too late to learn a new language
Too early to build a ship
What do we do with the un-constructions
The mayor would make a drawing in the dirt
The girl with a shaved head
would use your wrist
to tell the time
and the lamp would swing
I am part of a jest
a man without opinions
or even a nose
Left to me there is no outcome
I walk away smiling
Lifting one shoulder then another
half increasingly comfortable
in this new era
We have cars that sing above the ground
We have herbs
to fill your blood with sweet-smelling elevators
We are very happy with ourselves
The crowd says little
a good sign
unless it mentions the spaces
the moments in between appointments
between purpose and combination of opposites
where the correct stance is upright
but otherwise slack
hair on end
from the sparks of fulfillment
going on in all those other heads
high and low
These moments would not bother me
I would welcome them
if they were not trailed
glowing in the sudden sunrise
if my neck did not ache now
Pondered dill cilantro,
or a tall red flower
whose name is lost
bought two dill
will eventually use them in soup or dip
sip or plunge
contemplate or revel.
The midwest would say such a line was
The line sip or plunge
might even get the violent flag.
Goodbye city of choice
poetry like greater dentistry
or food repaired
halfway to the mouth
dissolved by the time it reaches the lips
goodbye city of intention as aesthetic
men and women
walking into town as girders.
Hello summer season of length and of hoof beats under the bridge
of prose of breaks of the screeching in the dark.
A call from Lisa in the afternoon predicts that she will eat nuts and soy
that she will walk in the city
that she will see people around her
that she will look forward to it
but not as much as the people enjoy her.
Pondering becoming more healthy
pondering the flower not bought
pondering the pie left to soften in the sun.
A call to say my brother will sing karaoke next week
karaoke as a way to the edge of the cliff
everyone wants release
but there is no reason for the song.
Falling asleep on the bus returning home
possibly the movement of the wheels on the street
possibly the distance from the ocean
from the beginning of television.
To consider the value of that.
To stay awake long enough.
sentient particles, even
brainless wild witness
tragic happy pause
sounds like nothing
ever and ever