\u00a0<\/strong>Iridescence<\/strong><\/p>\n

Just when I\u2019m most certain,
\nan opposite intrudes.
\nWalk with me. Here
\nover the strand tracks
\nconfirm a presence
\nuntil tidal sweep
\ninundates impressions
\nor scurries of sand abrade\u2014
\nghosting our glyphs.<\/p>\n

A theorem, a belief:
\nthe in-between matters.
\nGapped by menace\u2014cliff-fall,
\nsea-surge\u2014to devoutly fix
\nan iridescent cloud,
\nits droplets half-formed, prismed,
\nor listen among the dunes
\nwhere wind-hum resists
\nbracketings of silence.<\/p>\n

This has consequence:
\ncreation confined
\nto a span, its truth
\ndispersed at each terminus.
\nEven now our path perturbs
\nthe conversation\u2014
\namong the flats and scrub
\nmarsh clover, pillowy, pink,
\nmocking the dead.<\/p>\n

Give me props of art, a god
\nto mediate this. Or the prop
\nof your arm\u2014don\u2019t leave\u2014
\nnow that a fog rolls in,
\nso thick it enshrouds
\nwith sheets of viscous air
\nbut lit, a dull pearl, from what
\nmust be a solar lake
\nsomewhere\u2014setting, yet burning.
\n\u00a0<\/p>\n

A Cubist Confronts Monday
\n<\/strong>
\nPour the thin liquors I call alcools,<\/em>
\nmorning throat-raw, dark blood tinges
\na frozen dawn, annihilating our games.
\nHold high a cracked rim to first spill of blue
\nwhen daylight, veil on veil, occults
\ncelestial mirth, accelerates a dance
\nto tie our ties\u2014hair back in place,
\na warm shaved face answering a fragrance,
\nlast night\u2019s perfume, the stepping into traffic\u2026<\/p>\n

A bus transports my bones, fissured, edged
\nin jagged glass. Passengers view
\nsolids, voids, intersecting cuts
\nof patchwork man pulled toward a temple
\nwhose angles fit the shape of what provides.
\nPlanes of my face, groin, buttocks
\nslip into a passing slot\u2014a tower\u2019s
\nrevolving door\u2014it shows my every side
\nto mammon\u2019s guards. When boss bull bellows,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m on the horn, severed from ear
\nattending to a jargon, a journal
\nentry in corporate lives. What use words
\nwhen gins of perfect thirst mill years to urgencies?
\nBack on the street. I hurry past bottles,
\nheaps of the broken holding on boxboard brown
\nlyric of unscanned suffering that piques
\ndisregard (that quick averted glance)
\nas if a prose, spiritless, clouded\u2026<\/p>\n

Night again. This stave like unheard cant,
\nquaint as milkmen clinking over cobblestone,
\nmusic no one pays to hear. \u00c9tude
\nall surface and slant, faking the underside
\nin tests to alloy scrap with solace\u2014
\na divertissement with which to pass the time?
\nI lift a chipped old tumbler, hoping to taste
\nliquid alive. Dust pours out,
\nnothing to slake thirst for limpid fire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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