7.03.2024

between and a hard place


my


wasnt enough

to be

what we call

such names

such violence

clouds of defined friends

cannot 

be so

driving him home

a kiss 

not before untouched but

trying to leave

to flee

cant wake his parents

that would be wrong

wrong and wrong as i was wrung

blocked and back onto

hard (to sleep)

no rest

for the putrid word

i cannot say sits

wicked inside

me

12.24.2023

history

 we should carefully 

and wholly consider

who we choose to honour

who we praise and chisel into place

not that they did no big thing

but that


they may have done many in the dark


and they may not look 


so statuesque in the light

smells and their memories (1)

 


any small quebec town in july



salt fat air 

vinegar 

asphalt, sand, any in between

the sea and the sidewalk

cicadas humming 

or zambonis

trucks of kinds

ice cream 

logging

pickup

4.25.2023

not my business

a simple thing

as small as a stick of gum

financially

in a field of flowers

and a single thought

grew into question

a thing too silent 

too heavy

to ignore

to handle

so one ran one way

the other stood still

and in between

they grew

6.29.2022

scents of seasons

 

I.

march sometimes is muddying every shoe even if it might be shit 

but all dirt smells that way this month

it could be halloween

seagulls circle parking lots like cars looking for parking 

spots in the sky



march not yet april

windbreakers and damp pavement and then sun shoulders through 

birds and engines waking up 

at once

hastily preparing

running late for spring



II.


rain on hot june days 

leaves a smell tasting of old spoons

worms and a placid lake

water spiders skating over bass 

seaweed tickling their bellies

clay and the clams tucked in

the musk of soil and sand

basement floors

3.01.2022

manhattan transit, 2009






 

no one breathed that month

 



the sirens starting

sound like a loon 

a wail over the water

crying in the dark

cherries blast 

the birds anticipate winds

of change and

pain alone 

flowers are a burden

to be thrown musty and sick

ripped epitaphs

sorry for your loss 

soil soggy stuck in muck

thank you

from a muddy mouth