fabrication

hard to hear
you like this
choose those apples
one can spoil
one will spoil
drained and draining.

Everyone loves to mingle with ancient shapes- translucent and hovering- transparent voices echoing up and forward from old presents that you classify and categorize
(though who can remember what a day was like? what a waking up and a single thought was like?)
like you can know, somehow, how it changed or shaped you.
like you can really know what you miss
what you do not regret
like you can know
how or why it mattered
to you then
why you think about or have forgotten it now.
like you are a product,
finished.

flight

an image of my wandering

A Desolation by Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.

somewhere in the middle

furniture's worn. it conforms to you.
you can move it around, but it won't be new.
the walls and ennui and me and you-
you know how it goes in familiar rooms.

this feels a little familiar.
the same old story, somewhere in the middle.
familiar rooms and i'm looking around.
familiar rooms and i'm looking out.

hard to say

the quiet space before words are said

sometimes I look away
because "I'm scared"
is hard to say.

you say you do

but you don't.

how many pictures of other people's children can I take? what am I supposed to do with these things?

suppose we are all stardust. suppose we let that perspective dry our starry eyes? there is nothing to concern ourselves with here. all reruns and minute patterns. there is nothing to do but hold on, really. catch what can be caught of a view. because though this may be cyclical, it certainly has a direction. it certainly is headed somewhere.

gets closer every day.