• The Gods Must Be


    Rain falls into wind,

    an invisible system

    of ways down


    into the pure land,

    where the most astonishing

    things are happening for some reason.

  • I Wondered

    I wondered

    as

    I crawled

    beneath barbed

    wire for 300 meters

    under

    constant

    semiautomatic

    fire,

    if

    my

    problem

    was still going

    to bite

    at

    the end

    of all this

    quite.

    Later,

    on a boat,

    decked in sunlight,

    I gazed at

    an approaching

    landscape,

    topped with

    tiny grey

    trees

    and embedded,

    incidentally, with

    tiny

    toy

    houses.

  • Mother Else

    Outsidering

    is cozy if

    you like the cold

    wind of a riff

    inhabiting.

  • Screefall

    Emdashes bike

    a lane for thin-

    wheeled vehicles

    on Mainly Street

    in plashing white.

  • Calling It

    La Fin du Monde is a beer.

    We can walk to Finisterre.

    The End of the World is our

    favorite modicum.

  • Hallowed, Unseen


    Where do you creatures

    inhabiting the shadows

    at night, go


    during loud daylight,

    when traffic dreams of itself?

    Can I follow you into hiding?

  • The Last Poem

    The last poem

    of the year

    was

    too

    excited

    to appear

    in a hawk’s strawy

    nest in a grey

    V

    of dreck

    on the metallic

    tapestry of Aurora

    soaring

    over the canal,

    so I let

    it

    go,

    and

    kept

    walking

    toward the Fremont

    Bridge, a no

    less

    tentative

    crossing for me,

    one

    glitch

    from immortality.

  • Treasure of the Terra Firma

    First thought, West thought,

    and now I’m here,

    restlessly so,

    trying to clear

    the soot from sought.

  • Failure to Vike

    Outside, in it,

    the fishy me

    grins at downpour

    propitiously

    routing my oar.

  • Lower Back Pain

    All I have is the next word

    on this page or in the dirt

    or on a wall if I’m brave,

    like in the old cave.