cdlxxxi. where it starts

the way one goes nowhere important. your voice is so vibrant, like a child’s, taking words for the playthings they are. from nowhere but the sky you see daily, the beginnings come circling like birds.

cdlxxviii. fluidity

time is the water that flows from you, meaningless, washing away the memory of another day. you are alive miraculously, with less things than needed, the hands you dirtied in living your own.

cdlxi. dreamlover

i must have forgotten what i wished for. perhaps it has come quietly.

cdlvii. truce

the war is scheduled for next week. it will be a short war, possibly bloodless. and on the weekend, there will be dancing and birthday parties.

cdlxii. i am leaving leaving behind behind

to inhabit this great parenthesis, this asterisk, this magnificent exclamation point. you are my new sentence.

cdxlii. 8:30

there are songs about vanishing, there is fresh fruit on the table. i am sitting alone, and for once, that’s okay.

cdxix. yousweetsexythangyou

i pierce you, my dick like a bayonet in your somnolent orifice, weary like me, hoping you pour out more for us to float on. you, the gondolier guiding me as i surround your venetian boat vessel.

cdvi. body pains after work

at night, i fly high over rows of rooftops bent like a sea of tents. my cobbled body stares back at me.

cccxcvi. pity

hands stroke under my sheets, drawing lost loves back to haunt. they piggyback old wants onto your cries.

ccclxxx. zen-zen-an

if you meditate for fifteen minutes, all the truth is there around you.