August 28, 2013

There is so much movement in the melting of ice—
The way bubbles agitate and warp through cracks
(Like fingers on hands of fluid applause)
Almost faster than summer's brush and wave
Can transport once more through glassy chime
Its full anthem nearly sung.

August 24, 2013

This gunmetal cloud, driven into the horizon,
Towering fearfully in the distant gradient,
Is the torso and stiff arms of a colossus
(I will lean into your heart of alloy)
That might even pull the moon close
(Giant, insentient beauty)
And break it apart over vast water.

August 22, 2013

My weight is a series of dots
Stippling a gridded pad,
But I am really made
Of feathering,
Bleedthrough,
And the unusable other side.

August 12, 2013

Creep in
All sleek dark
Resin dark
Mute—
It’s not like
I’m

August 10, 2013

Piled under sunrise,
Death in a cart
Overheard:
The streets are beautiful before people.
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