i
the solitary destruction
a single hair from a hijab
knows
i
the alone
that can’t be hurt
by you
i
the one you showed
the breathe of winter lazy
with the warmth of spring
i
a song sung by the last
species of a beautiful bird
born for waste
i
the adoration of a streetlight
the first alcoholic president
the magic trick messed up
i
keep thinking of you
like i only can
but now someone else
does
maybe more
and this is too much
to think for
i
i
the unthinking the dumb the stuck
looking only at this sole thing
knowing it is not the thing
finding it is close to nothing
i
the last dream before shakespeare’s death
i
the first thought of a mozart forgotten
i
the middle of a nameless man sawed in between
who he heard and who he had to ask again
who who who
i
a mother’s boy
she is dead
i
a father’s man
he isn’t instead
i
snow steps against autumn leaves
for fish to pack for a family not here yet
but that hopes to find the future fed
i
hoping if you felt the clouds gloat
in your sun or
if you remember me
asking you
to tell me
what the stars
said to you yesterday
before the clouds came
coughing
and breathing slippery life back
into the ground where
you lay
untold
i
the one who couldn’t
join you
for you
left me long ago
to live
wondering what
kind of life
was this now
for i
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