hope to have appeased u
by gathering leaves
miss our evening walks,
static chemist
no charge in the air
another day
another architecture stands for
unbecoming—a weed
my belly becomes arch. for
others a machine-y impulse
just spit-balling here:
yellow pillow w/
blue pillow
and then: “do i depend on the sloughed-off skin of a snake or the empty shell of a cicada?”
everyone goes to the seminar
where knowledge just bleeds
(a banal looking
table)
somebody has tricked me
the reason?
a creek bed—
the best bed
nonsense words
come out of a nonprofit mouth
we interpret
a pile of leaves
by not even thinking of it
we
worry about the possibility of snake
we go home
+ drink beer
mysterious architecture
bleeds significance
trashy sidewalk
makes me happy
sonorous traffic signal
empty promises
city-living for city fun
i’m reaching toward something + not getting there
i recognize the work of bacteria
+ thank the bacteria
Japanese knotweed in franklin park sprout
fairweather fans mass
a mass of days
“to get used to a hat, a car, or a stick is to be transplanted into them, or conversely, to incorporate
them”
but she also constitutes my flesh
“the things pass in2 us as well as we in2 the things”
I cld imagine an indoor plumbing situation
or a leaf falling
failure intimates a way forward—
to the south: the hills
converse + u can’t under-
stand
something mysterious like
a dog
some confluence like a family
apprehensive + trembled
stenches form
after
a few hundred years
even if dislocated
wd (anyone)
handle
things this poorly??
in the end a glossing over
(being) forgotten
a slow century
but it does not
matta
autonomous placement
a dog w/ a dead-end job
somewhat opposed
piece together
my dreams
from the labels of bottled
water
a fine future made of plastic
and I’m sensing + wondering @ what
plastic has to say
abt all this