THERE IS SOMETHING LOOMING

The humidity surges, a bird
Furtively huddles on
The stoop quivering, the air is still

Composed of translucent arrows
As tenaciously we stand
Vigil at our own diminishing

Prospect, I am not heavy
With reason, have yet to grow
Enamored with the tragedy

Of monochromes, Colin
Drives with his bicep
Half-out the window and loses

Himself in the contemplation
Of bird’s breath, I see the future
Announce itself in

The inexplicable carom
Of ricochets now
Outreaching their dubious reports or

The lingering buzz
On the lips
As a famous older poet

Unexpectedly plants
A kiss on you in San Francisco
Or how the ruby panties

On the woman in the advertisement
For coffee shock
You into a buried remembrance

Abuse is no more
Real than tenderness, the branches
Outside the window group

And sway in their snaky
Amicable way, a groping mass
Of cable cascades in black

Tendrils from the roof and my eye
Is full of promiscuity, the graffiti reads
YOUR PROBLEMS LIE

WITH THE POOR, the dogs
Make their concerted dawn
Howl, an hour is lost in the augury

Of clouds, August
Impends, consciousness
Punishes and if

You think there is something
Looming there is
Something looming, the difference

Engines we portend
Locked in a stutter of forms
As when the blind woman

Recalls the faces of ski
Jumpers or the retired fireman
Eyes the figure

Of a stranger approaching and I am
That stranger, in need
Of a haircut, my arms pendular

With a secret happiness, one large
Foot passing the other, two
Hours playing softball and then down

The avenues to beer
With intelligent and carousing
Friends, a fortune

From the Chinese restaurant
In my pocket, which
Reads YOUR FEAR CONTAINS

ITS OPPOSITE TO BE BROKE OPEN.