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