POEMS TO CHOOSE FROM FOR BROADSIDES

Nights on the glass rug

 


God give me
a walking city

through the door at midnight
through again at one

boats going by or trains
lines where light begins

everything less wholesome
than a rhyming little song

 

 

For E

 

 

Since your death we

haven't spoken but I remember the

way you speak, with

your collarbones wrists and

black hair, limping

through the flat room like

it was a mountain

 

 

 

Dear American Jesus

 

 

 

May you and the moon queen

keep our stripmalls safe

 

 

 

 

Summer Poem

 

 

Been alive too long and somewhere

 

there was a window

 

 

Heat Wave, October, Topanga

 

 

A warm battle for consideration today,

to be considered. We both dream

of guilt and death and guns. All night

the fan shook and the walls shone and

the croaking of frogs was missing from

the stream which had dried out. Without

metaphor I'd like to tell you that the cactus

wilted.

For Zoe (in Texas)

 

Heave the

heavy

flowers

 

over

Y'r shoulder

 

and become

someone

 

'R else

Schlachtensee

 

A grand name for a grey pond

It took all my strength to

Not fall into the lake

Clumsy thing with her

 

Twist-turn of the head like a

Death-defying acrobat ic

Dip of the body I

 

Watched you clutch at your own

Chin, your throat, and twist.

 

Carried under water-lights

Through chest-high sting

Of cold, then shoulder-high

Warmth,

 

With the clouds too close

 

And one eye on the shore.

sink

 

the wave and its collar

the moon and its flowers

 

to swan in-to the sea

filled and undressed,

seeping

 

to hear _____ explode

"Living"

 ​

Living

 

You tell me you want to die I don't believe it anymore. When you tell me it means you don't know what it means. If you really don't want to live you don't tell it. You don't tell it when you know what it means.

 

Living  Still Living

 

Mostly I don't want to go anywhere but this world.

 

Poets

 

Don't make this about women. Poets have always hated each other.

 

Turnpike

 

The tree is green. The porta potty is green. I wish I had a motocycle.

 

Living And Waterfalls And

 

So hard and so soft all at the same time.

Second Chinatown Poem

 

 

Between the train station steps

 

and my house somewhere still

 

walking watching you

 

adjust your watch clouds

 

sliding over and under

 

sidewalk turning over grey

 

yellow whenever light came

 

through I said,

 

It really feels like a Wednesday

 

doesn't it and you said,

 

No

(Something about clouds)

 

They reached their fingers toward the moon were

there for a second went away. I know how I would

like to be touched.

Called "Irreverent"

 

All the clover by the door has been fingered

through for fours but it’s threes, all threes

And what feels better anyhow

to live on other people’s dimes

or your own pennies

And who cares

Absolute Ideal

 

 

Pray to whatever god you like, but

there is no replacement for that

pantheon of girls with heavy-lidded eyes

who look up at you over palms, through haze

with that heavy-angled look and you say,

it was as if she knew me.

I’d like to know where you grew up

 

In a valley

so

I don’t know much

about

horizons

 

On a mountain,

so now

I believe

everything I hear

 

 

Our beautiful landlocked thing

 

 

Meaning: grids

Meaning: lines

 

flowing

And so life

 

And so lawns,

so palms, so pools,

 

recircuiting:

Screens, to cars, to rooms,

To want

 

To do

or want too much

If

 

you want

to become a martyr

stay alive

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Morning,

woke up filled with (something)

Romantic, a feeling like

if I had a thousand dollars I

would fly to Italy or

get lasik for the apocalypse

 

 

Sun jar

 

Us: No more apocalyptic

than anyone who came before

 

us but we

learned how

to measure it

Car door: Open

 

Leave the notes

playing

Come back to them

later

 

Moon: blue

as something else

 

The world

so uneven with

its blessings

Five Years

 

The sun blew open and

through the door

came you,

on your legs. Five years

Must be

Just long enough.

Wet Poem

 

Slow wily wide water

which bluffs

would try

Us again

Was wiser than

I know how

far to go

but allow myself

to be led

Anyhow

Berlin, Nevada

 

No, I didn't think I was in

the right place

But what place could be better

And how lovely that we get to choose.

Have you been to Berlin,

Nevada. You feel anything

just as much.

Romance vs. Liquid Times

 

I arrive hungry

I arrive

 

Please, try not to say anything obvious

even if that means you can't say

anything

 

like:

Everywhere you drive me

I've seen before, in a movie

 

like:

Is it personality?

Or is it: cells firing

wet breathing

trauma reacting

 

like:

Baby, if you died today

It wouldn't even make the news

Care

 

"Care is not control," he told me

 

but ever since they wrote the Bible

Isn't it that the secret Is the word

Isn't it

2015

 

In the year I stopped thinking

I went to New York City

I thought the yellow of the license

plates was obscene

and the sun was too bright

I looked into faces

and nobody made me nervous

I thought, what a relief

it is to not be in love

Gabriel

(on the Agnes Martin film)​

 

Gabriel walks through the desert

straight ahead without looking

like he's walked through it before

or a desert exactly like it

like when you walk through a party

in a city you've lived in too long

is how Gabriel walks through the desert

Arizona

 

The moon rises softly

over white knuckles of conscience.

Glaciers carve glass, or

the glass drips with fog.

My hands grew so cold

that I forgot what I was holding.

The highway pours forward

like a slackening noose.