The hammering of a flicker
ties us to one another.
And together the old sense
comes round like an approval
from sleep,
comes the sip of the universe,
an old fashioned cocktail
mostly beautiful.
We need this intermission
The brute ankles of the problem
sometimes weave
sometimes glimmer
sometimes shine
from lilac loss.
The bay touches a chamber of the heart
Walking around the market before it opens
may repair the wildflowers
before the rain.
Switch to something in the experiment
The use of glass immediately
drains off this sunny, sunny toaster
looking natural before the gardens.
The mustard end of my cigarette
collapsed the way a building collapses.
Tragedy at some point always happens,
especially to garage bands.
Today, at the mailbox
a letter arrived. It read,
"I don't even know what to say."
Neither did I.
As I twisted the filter
with first my heal
then my toe.
If our mouths go on
in tiny mouse-like kisses
the air does not tell
a friend, nor does it
take a breath,
let it out that I was
clumsy, you, awkward.
If I suddenly say flower
the rain does not write the poem,
"droplets".
Does not wave,
or think dark wavy thoughts.
But when I find out who you are
and you are that.
What but spring
suddenly under honest trees
knocks at my door
and asks to be let in.
Who really believes we are made up of bones?
Why did my mother put me in a room of my own?
When I dream, who makes it up?
What was the name of the horseshoe crab before horses?
Why do children bring their rocks into the house thinking they are snails?
When I am sad, why doesn't the earth fill with hellos?
Will I finally be able to hold my kidneys?
How much longer will people forget the truth?
Don't they know it will flower soon?
What has there to be completely removed before there is spring?
Do I really understand the existence of stars?
Is the firing squad ready for the maker of guns?
Why did someone out me of what they saw die?
Why does the blue come off the blueberry when you rub them?
What happens when the tiniest particle is loved?
