outlasting the morning
the fog is now hoisted away
some ocean, this spectacle of sun.
Through mounds of fatigued
grass and seaweed,
oysters shellacked with both a broth and a
you poke the rubber stopper of your cane
glaucous gull whines pathetically--
out its throat.
In the rubble, broken glass has been
into stone, clouds preserved in each center;
brushing an anesthetized fly
off the outdated map of your
you begin returning the treasure back to the sand,
period accompanied by the grind of your thrust.
these shimmering bodies
unconcerned with your miscues and
you reenact this most complicated of shuffles--
shallow prints taking in water,
the eyes baffled with
a mixture of bother and dim recollection
behind lenses of medicinal green.
A pause in your unspoken
sentence, you linger--
each movement uncharted, each stunted
dissolving into vapor, these temporal
before returning to the rental, your scantest of
In a night depleted of legends, even shivery outposts
what few stars that advance into blackness
regarded as suspect,
dragged off into night for more
A hurricane from a year of no matter
a name of no significance, once restored
this stretch of
houses into blueprints again--
dream figures absorbed by the
and then flattened against the sky.
stimulation, rise in pressure
is restricted to your mind, its
as you rock in your riveted
imagining visitors at doorways, on horizons,
the windows to be shattered,
suck this monotony from the
Instead it's a shoelace you've missed,
hampered with surf, pissy foam
urging you closer towards
shadow, stillest pool
where you fracture a hip or a
introduce an unchivalrous twinge--
this pull on
the jawbone or chest,
your body now an estuary, all binges and
depreciating the diets and walking shoes,
emergency cigarettes in the end table.
Useless are the
dues and subscriptions,
the interchangeable talk of
only your prescriptions, their illegible
helping thin the uncertainty, quell the deep,
you slip further beneath that luminous pain
and drain your
limbs of the phantoms' reach;
after positing the third capsule
under your tongue
you clamp your eyes into dashes, muscles
waiting to be cleared of this mysterious tug-
rewiring of that familiar persistence,
contentedly to a halt
you're at peace in memory that is
(From a DC-10)
he wouldn't surrender
to better comprehend the scant
of down below--
to find fit what he can't when he's
of it, contained in its plight,
the discontent of this
His face, force-fed with oxygen,
no longer the
usual site of allegations
sectioned off with orange
bitten clean through by some god.
How he'd pick his
own skull clean
with that hooked limb of land--
more and more away from him
when once it drawled fortresses
sumptuous dunes, unzippering ferns,
and now barely registers a
from the season's last combers.
Smugly tucked in the
he tries zeroing in on the streetlamps,
the veiled apprehensions of small towns
buzzwords and codes,
the winded and the overly discussed.
the contradictions lit up by flight!
Pools sustained and then
emptied by tide,
buds swollen in the noon sun's stoked
all diffused by some fact about weather,
to scoot by, walk the aisles.
He wants to utter something
up or positioned on the tongue--
informed more by distances
or even the absence of gravity.
it these barren surroundings lending him
this sudden degree of
serenity, this amenity
towards the land and its
or is it these recycled cues that invade him,
sweeping off any proofs, the acquired smile
shelved as he
dwindles so obviously to sleep?
So rotten we
come to this--
no strength to stand or to sit,
from a straw,
saying no more no maybe
these commotions we
our hands less convincing
than the ghosts who
walking out of the room--
even the light
we've nothing left to sound out,
to be released from its debt.
Black ants float on the
Bees drop from out the sunlight
doped over with love.
Darkness is an accelerant. Our own
Even the flat ginger ale always failing our lips.
is death like a stitch, the last knot to be tied
or the thread
at the start as we're slurped into being?
Don't repeat my
mistakes, it seems always to tell us.
But we ask to be turned
from the window again--
just the thought of taking anything in
more than our bodies can stand.