A Press of the (O) Mind
1.
Phones dropped
in the damp night of leaves
a drizzly night
picking them up
then the signals dropped
and trying to pick it up
but that eventually they had
numerous pictures of
themselves online
and texted some lines
sad to themselves
2.
what system underpins?
nature worship,
how worship?
if worship,
in strange moments of thought
a scraped calf,
dying in the grass
sun blurs the way
down the road,
spiderette
on the windshield
(what system decries,
should there be decrying)
3.
of bodies in the bed
in morning sensations
sorta asleep
haff missed each other
like a ballpoint pen ripples
a fleshy leaf
out of the dream of Italý Iscucci,
a poet
a collected poems
that I dreamed up
to give to myself pomes from
4.
he was surrealist and obscure
paratactic
in fact his argument, though sometimes
pitched at people
and if a press
had not recovered him
is all it takes,
a press of
the (o) mind
it is a great thing
having a book of poems out
5.
awash, the run of the waterfalls
rushes toward you
like it’s enclosed
in glass
and coming oakish
down the tracks
Inter-Nights
Train horns
a man blowing a horn
bridges
scaffolds
apartment buildings,
apartments with lamps
and shades
a warm May night
before the ugly summer,
inter-nights
of the window open,
a felt breeze
moves on my arm
the little hairs,
in one of them,
with hairs
•
a restaurant
on the other side of the street
on the hill of the hilly city,
a side street,
a white plastered wall
facing and warm,
a hill, a slope,
a Saturday night,
as it
should
be
