I Maintain

I maintain

my

insistence

these are watery

times to

come

home

lovelier

than a root.

Friendship is

deadlier

than

family

to the call

to

speak.

My Basic

Training rosary

is dusty

in
the
drawer

because

of laziness

or

grace.

I pray

to the hours

unconsciously

with

my

heartbeat.

I am still

waiting

to

be

here.

When Everything Is Quiet

When everything is quiet:

when Zena, our cat,

is quiet in the

bathroom;

when

the builders

next door are

quiet, because

they haven’t

arrived

yet;

when my heart

is quiet, considering

I don’t need to believe

in you anymore, I just

do; then I can

undergo

an interior

season of

hello

to the

always

arriving.

He Unzipped His Sleeping Bag

He unzipped his sleeping bag,

slowly and quietly so

as not to wake

the other

soldiers,

and stood

up in the dark

tent. He crept toward

the orange light of the potbelly

stove, pausing at the foot of his

cot, to retrieve his instant

Nescafé, spoon and

metal cup, which

was already

full

of water.

My Nonsense

My nonsense

frightened

everything

away. It was

astonishing how

nothing of

myself

could

be. What’s scholarship

when clouds can

sing?

You

deviate

from normally

and call it

shadeshine

casually.

How differently

storms gather force

and happen

slow

or

suddenly.

This will get

boring as a horse,

even if

we
win

the source,

as clouds

can
only

make

believe. You

left

the oven

on of course,

and burned

the
mutton;

let’s call Steve.

He’ll know the

code

name

for reprieve.

And like

I said

our

threads

won’t weave,

if one

of
us

cannot

receive.

These Avant-Garde

These avant-garde

scars

of

the

traditional

are bleeding

again

for

the thirsty.

It’s September’s first

day on earth

this

year. Yesterday

I ate

a
pear.

Nothing

rhymes with

anything, any

more.

These

scars are

flowing and sweet.

This Sentence Might Colonize

This sentence might colonize

wonderful, or tickle

ennui,

or break

an appendage

off a legion

of false

umph,

maiming

affectation.

This sentence might

open the door

to a loud

knock

in

the

middle

of a night

of deteriorating

faith, to an absurd

idea, cloaked in rain,

handing out excoriation;

or flowers to commemorate

our

need.

When She Had Her Vanilla

When she had her vanilla

milkshake and large

fries

in hand,

she realized

she wasn’t ready

to go home yet, so she

crossed Ocean Avenue

and entered the park.

The drummers

were

applauding

the universe in

a wide, colorful

circle. She

paused

to listen to their easy

exertions. It was enough,

so she sat

down.

I Perpetrate

I perpetrate

the strangest

clues

to summarize

the nearest

news.

For forty dreams

and forty

nights,

I listen

to the floodless

muse, and correlate

the mind’s

delights

with anything

my heart invites.

Know time

for
what
it never

was: a room

where we control

the
lights.

Before the why

you say

because.

There must

be
bite
beneath

your buzz;

but I

don’t

have

the lip

to check

(the satyr

in
me
maybe

does). You

understand

this
world’s

a speck,

and

all

our

effort’s

what the heck?

Get

off the train

that will not wreck

you. Safety is

a goner’s

trek.