After the Body Was Gathered

After the body was gathered

into the patrol boat,

and taken from

view

against

the current

of the Schuylkill,

Jake remained on

the bridge, watching

the light permeate the water,

in an abstract expression of keep

going.

He

pulled

a brand new

CD out of his red,

plastic Tower bag, and

dropped its misery

down.

On Venus

On Venus,

it’s

like

400 fucking

degrees or some

shit.

Looks

good from

a distance, like

purity,

but

hell if I’m

going

there,

again.

Might as well

pseudonyze myself

Icarus

and

tape

on a couple

feathers and leap from

reason, into

maybe

this

time

it’ll work, the

amusement park

of

the Fallen

and the Unfree.

To the Pretty

To the pretty

young

eyes

revising

my future

with a glance,

I

am

absent

in your moment.

The Mother of Beauty

stole

your chance

for my permanent

attention. And

I’m

lazy

of carrying

suitcases and drilling

holes

and

hosting

familiar strangers,

let’s

face it—before

you hate me

for

it. I’ll

cherish

our

never

memories.

Excruciating

Excruciating

moment

when

the bird

realizes he’s

overeaten again

the

bread

offered

by the human,

well-meaning, idle.

Guilt is pain

disguised

as

reason. Where

it comes

from

is

evolution’s

particular, trick.

The hypothalamus

recuses

itself

from these

discussions, citing

thirst.

The bird

was never

a bird, in this

parable. And

it

should

have remained, innocent.

I Love Freedom

I love freedom

even though

I know

there’s

no

such

celestial

destination for

Icarus

and

his

wing. I almost

root

for

the underdog

in the . . .

because

every

true

believer

sees a chance

in the chaos.

I watched Buster

Keaton

run

from 700

or more wanton

brides to be, in

a funny

movie,

tonight,

evening things.

The Teenage Australopithecus Was Sitting

The teenage australopithecus was sitting

on a red crate in the beverage

storage

area

in the back

of the Setauket

International Deli, eating

a roast beef hero the elder

Stan

had

made

for his dinner-break. It was

pleasurable to participate

in the rituals

of

the superior

species, as

if

there

were a future, for

himself.

Dinner with Friends

Darin and Lisa

were

securing

the only café

table outside, while

Claire and Jared waited

at the counter for the large

cheese

pie.

Gaetano, the pizzamaker, was flirting. “I make

special for you!” he called to Claire,

from behind the ovens

where he was twirling

dough.

“What about me?”

Jared whispered, almost

kissing

her

ear.

I Am Hypnotized

I am hypnotized

by

a schedule

of meandering, that

begins without recognition

of

the Morning Star in the gray

sky or the alderwood

rising above the

building tops

of Pike

Street

or

the memory

of the perfect day

in September when

she

appeared,

like a sudden

sting to hopelessness.

Guardian of my heart,

it’s

time.

I Was So Fucked

I was so fucked

up

that

time, on whisky

and regret, in

Baltimore. I couldn’t

drink

enough

in your studio

apartment, overlooking

the abyss

that wasn’t

our

future.

You let me

in, because I was

darker

than

before, almost

your kind. I wanted

to make you pregnant,

mine.

I didn’t care

if you were

real.