Enough Already

Enough already time to remember the time before so many trash cans with their trash time to wipe the dust particles away from each and every flat surface inside the cans no matter which way you look there is the moist passageway connecting the steam plant inside my other dream of you we watch billowing trauma forgotten your teeth so white your hair so dark many times past think about the West see how pleased

Stay Awhile

Why stay here when you can broiling spaghetti on a rock baked nuance hidden in plain sight another nice in your belt while what becomes otherwise surprise so shrilly announced unlike a surprise at all only unexpected pressure

New Days

Waiting for the new days keep the direct sun off no air con so they flock up here nothing else to do with it so what else could happen but what will need to do otherwise we could become the rest of what claims to be a sort of family with two or more mothers wouldn't you know it the time it takes to sneeze and they appear without announcing

Breeze

Oaks on top of the ridge grow in the mystery dust shadows splashing under branches birds flit to the oaks geese alongside the sun becomes another sun each hour new sun

Day Drop

Day drop in capsule of wind the next problem is absent no to gamble of sun When will it be darker days this fast why did we need to go that far away from glance towards me before I go stay some time soon we will leave here together

Swelter

what is so plain to see inside the leaves hanging with sweetness ones should be eaten come too easily off stems how it isn't so apparent about the tree until touched

A Little Bit Wrong

I had gotten it wrong well a little about the stems and their fruit. Figures that it would no longer be second hand even so I wonder how much time is being wasted those long midnight hours when I could be thinking about someone anyone anything else. What could be easier than love? What could be more complicated? I don't need to find out this isn't what it is anyway so put this into your memory bank and shut the door on it never knowing the password yet having tried all the plausible ones.

On The Side Of The Park

We got all these territory batch dry sixty-four years old never liked one two o'clock what else Very funny thirty- four years at seventy-four years ago a friend

Blame Able

The flame is lit I almost hate my job stars or no stars the night goes fast I probably messed this up again there is no place that is the magic so it does not matter if I live next to the cedars or next to the gate However I waited I waited so long for the moon and its cousins as stars as small slips along the way as little noises the secret wish could she know me any better am I going to be a stranger too

Blame It On Reno

I was a slut in the seventh grade kissing one of the Sanchez twins Duane then Gene Gischu holding onto Pleistocene remnants that bygone era all salty Pyramid and Walker slot machines even at the grocery store my fingers combing their beautiful shirts so desert crisp until time ran out Nothing waited in the desert even though it looked frozen and windy the world passing by the biggest little city and the same tired patience on all the adult faces

Orchard

The lucky ones go straight into your mouth past leaves shade brushing arms your marvelous thumbs working in a heat wave in the rustling rows swishing sky they cannot all be touched see how patient stems so strong

Evening Following Day

I swim there still my bed of water back stroking into dawn dusk my best friend pond pool tidal dreaming along with the others did I swim there? did I sleep?

To The Rescue

You were such a help of course so what else is caught here between the pages dusty world could it be the part where we remember our selves in the best way please think twice before the stars blink out in another instance could you please remember all the best replacements their bigger zzzs another ah from you what I'm waiting for always count on

Across The Wandering Zone

Fish from back home miles away friend did not bring eight or ten pounds talk about it all day long what else to say after kissing did not put them on the smoker today I fill up my jacuzzi I'm going to keep it not too hot maybe ninety-eight a little bigger I see you are serious the next thing will be a shack a smoker at the camp it is not very far but so many cars on the road then sixty miles same river back when I was born potatoes early this morning picked plums everybody keeps taking them

Part Three

They were always younger I told them brush your hair! and mostly they didn't I wanted to remember this but forgot until last weekend all the fancy haircuts on the field the Asian continent is our home summer eyes glued we say trip danger invisible wires tangling grass feet falling

Part Two

I was given the secret password which I eventually forgot mixed up cocktails of numbers and letters all the time plus that library containing many fundamentals of no immediate use except for nothing that existed back then beside the flame of remembrance remember to get a tan in the glare of my gaze save those tales of woe for the next custodian

Radio, Keys

I can only help you find what is lost you find you have it all shadows tell me nothing how did I remember to look what we just covered goes unnoticed so take your time Did you say we would miss it going back covering the same

Cool July

Moon in my eye drains to the sea might we remember the other clothes could we become clouds mist off the mountains the slopes she slipped between my glasses inside the strands the chemical chain dispose this memory come back when you've thought kindness music lasting weeks Do you recall what's inside the report or just the heart

So They Send Candles Down The River

They also do that at the cancer camp she said sending down candles setting them in the water not about the branches didn't they look mysterious after being taken off their foreheads so many antlers tiny thin and tender had been here last night with the raccoon about the water about the food left out for the others for the same hunger only see how it humps along in the dimness the only thing keeping me away is delicate also with teeth and small eyes