TO ALWAYS GO SINCERE IN THE BLUR

Mom thinks New York
offers only two

guaranteed entities:
helicopters and twins

I suppose that makes three
an avenue to turn paralysis
remains part of the fiction

I stopped not
looking and got

stuck that way

*****

Why does Washington get all
the sexiest squares?

I’m trying not to fall
in love with smokers

I’m mostly failing

Twitch go
the rabbits, twitch

and sniffle

The dogs today are better
groomed than I

Poetry is a situation
is mirroring the

front

*****

He dreams lovely allows
him into the afterworld
Sunlight goads again
so I am
balancing The train

in the photograph reads Pussy
is God
The restless murmur
of metallic things continues

I promise to never stop moving
I promise
to always go

sincere in the blur

*****

The intake of visions
implicates a structure
of permeability

How then does
one put it
aside?

I was listening
to Jesus, etc.

the apartment
on the first floor
was looted

The Pistons were beating
The Cavaliers, a helicopter

crashed in the Afghan
desert and more

Americans died
estranged

The earth only receives
a tenth of one percent

of the sun’s
energy

You were right about the stars

They’re just like us