The building above a bunch of gawkers perched
Along its ledges urged me don’t, don’t jump.
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trucks never stop unloadinga crazy congregation stumblesfrom trashmound to trashheapthey smash their fists down onwhatever’s intact they tearto bits the pitifew itemsthat have remained whole theyrip everything old clothespapers cans bones to nothingwith their glazed teeththe enlightened the faithfulevery few meters one of themfalls and is torn to shreds bythe others at the edge ofthe…
is thought to be a confession, won by endless
hate to record—all those old code names, dates,the standard narrative of sandpaperthroats, even its remorse, fall ignored. Faraway, a late (not lost) messenger stares,struck by window bargains or is it the giftof a sudden solicitude: is she going tolift up her shadow’s weight, shift hersonto it? She knows who bears whom. Inthat momentary museum where…
After your death,
a round animal, nameless.
But if they’d give us toys and twice the stuff most
in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hidthe tree: these sparkling allotments yearlyguaranteed a lack of–what?–family?–I knew exactly what it was I missed as we were lined up number rank and file:to share my pals’ tearing open their pilesmeant sealing the self, the child that wantedto scream at all You stole those gifts from…
“…here thy generations endeth in accord.”
And father and therefore must have beenAdopted, because on my TV screenThe role-children rarely share a featureWith either parent. The fact they’re actorsAnd I’m not is what makes me misbegot—A matched world of monitors all 2-shotThe mirror daily where I pray these starsCome: cancel everyone of us whose namesAnd clans have sundered human unityDescend always…
The way the world is not
It doesn’t blink a leafWhen we step from the houseLeads me to thinkThat beauty is natural, unremarkableAnd not to be spoken ofExcept in the course of thingsThe course of singing and worksharingThe course of squeezes and neighborsThe course of you tying back your raving hair to go outAnd the course of course of meAstonished at…