Monday, July 24, 2006

THIS FALSE PEACE

Is it redundant to admit the perpetual

flux of being knocks
me the fuck out?

The birds so goddamn awful
in their big goddamn sky

This is a bomb
made of thought thought
when one is trying not

to think
the vowels valves
obscenely

the thrusts abbreviated
only to reappear invisibly

to reappear changed

*****

I wake thinking
atrocious, atrocious

horses moving diagonal
in the shadow

of a plane

Now the tragedy is anatomical, except

I’m no longer a good transducer
of tragedy, so I go

hungry waiting
for others

An image of your torso
in my faded red tank-top

A cat in the backyard
nursing alertly

*****

We awe even
at the airport

terminal’s chaotic banality

Quite often it is
the coincidence that crashes

quiet, quiet

crash

Heat lightning
A page secreting
a receipt left by one loved

Her color was the current
world gaping

I never learned to separate
people from principles

*****

To be a self is to be a sudden

cipher interpellated by faces

a tattoo that moves

A man’s expensive shoes invade me

ballistic earrings quiver

around the soft circle of a neck

this false peace

a pantomime of not

falling

I want to locate a no

stillness

this false peace