Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?

I have observed, the theorist
I am

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…

my father holds
his favorite drink

the man is stayed bent over the canvas
of my sofa. the man is me the man is him
self and I bring down the whip…

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome