Formation

The killers were waiting

in the rain for their

leader

to

emerge

from the thick

building, with the authority

to guide their collective mind and

body

toward

whatever

oblivion was

convenient for

the apparition of

peace (an unknown

god). It was dark and

funny

out, like

nothing would

ever really matter.

Least of All

Least of all

himself

was

concerned

that the Jane’s

Addiction song he

kept

playing

in his mind

contradicted his

world

view.

Pills continued

forming on his best

pleasant

beige

sweater

like reasons

to reconsider all

profanity

sane.

She held

his hand in

life

longer

than he

could stand

alone, without her.

She Was Waiting at the Front Desk

She was waiting at the front desk

for her new supervisor Eric,

to come down

and sign

her

in,

because

her Condé Nast

badge wasn’t activated

yet, for some reason.

She smiled

at the security

guard, to indicate

ease with the situation.

He accepted her assurance,

like a good man,

pretending,

in

his

black

uniform.

I Sold My Eyes (After The Sylvia Hotel)

I sold my eyes

to buy

this mouth,

said the stocky

driver of the B.C. Electric

Observation Car in the silver

gelatin print circa yesteryear

hanging on the oatmeal-

colored wall to the

desultory green

corridor

off

the lobby,

leading to the loading dock.

And dreams are available 

for any wandering

secret

whispered

against the hurt.

He Stood Outside the Hauptbahnhof

He stood outside the Hauptbahnhof

staring at the Dom

for what felt

like

minutes,

parked in the familiar

intersection of loneliness

and freedom, as the traffic of

everything else, more or less alive,

trickled or roared

past.

In all honesty

craving a vanilla

milkshake and fries,

he headed east on

Komödienstraße

to the Altstadt

McDonald’s.

All I Want to Know

All I want to know

before I depart

for the next

or the never, is

the name of the bird

calling to the unborn sun

in the darkness outside my

window.

Not its formal Latin

name, or colloquial

English

nickname, or even

its forgotten aboriginal

designation. I want to know

what

it

calls

itself, now.

She Saw the Book

She saw the book

she wanted

on

the top

row, beyond

her reach. She

scanned the aisle

for a Strand employee,

but

saw

none.

An orange

stepladder nearby

suggested itself, and

she

agreed.

Climbing to

the words she

realized were no

longer wanted but

necessary, she felt

the sturdiness

of her reckless

decision

to leave.

I Bought the Field

I bought the field

where I thought

the exceptional 

was

buried,

to harvest

one more attempt

before the nothingness.

And I became

dirt

in the process

of abstraction, wearing

my

absolute

like a wool

and gabardine

suit, charming the

peasant winds before

the revolutionary storm.

The actual field containing

the actual

pearl

is

so easy.

The Bible and the Koran

The Bible and the Koran

were shaking

hands

for

a photo

op in front

of the grand opening

of

the New

World Order

neither of them

considered inappropriate

for

personal

reasons. Traffic

on the LIE

was

losing

a staring

contest to

the cumulonimbus

clouds

heading

nowhere, east.

Tuesday waited and

waited, seemlessly,

for

an astonishing.

His Hand Was Like a Blind

His hand was like a blind

animal

beneath

the passenger

seat, feeling for the

Fugazi tape he knew

was under

there

somewhere,

based on a dim,

grainy snatch of film

from his recent memory,

when suddenly

she

gripped

the steering

wheel firmly with

both hands, and said,

“I love you” to the power

between

them.