consider the litany of beauty—
tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of...
Happenstance—the way you turn the corner at full...
bumping into me, spilling an armful of books that...
and what else perches upon this body, but the hot...
regret, as if sorrow opened its mouth, turning on...
The words
stand for something...
The angels found me yesterday
And the wind carried their voices...
Idiot: " Come on, look into my glasses
and see how clear the world would turn...
Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills...
As I write my rhymes on paper,
They start to become stranger...
Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...
She shines and soaks in every star
in the blooming night...
My pains have increased,
so have I, my tolerance...
Perhaps you dream of someone,
Somewhere, sometime, in the wind wishing that it...