trees are steaming

ever more vital pliant DINK

I can’t see a thing in the sky

I choose George

Stanley over Fear

and Trembling

Tell why you chose

to do this or that

on each occasion

Nothing with hooves

or heels was it?

Excuse me for not thumbing

the abyss, “the goading urgency

of contingent happenings”

how stretchy the membrane

how drunk the ship

breaching the freight

we port with

however it is

I am and come to know

the ruby field of feeling

and isn’t a life suddenly

laid in all its excess

of doubt & dualism

gag in the mouth I forget

to give sense to

relations that animate

to be carried among them

you are not an engineer

yet forms persist

so topple the column

any place there’s a rope there’s

the earth is not enough

I stick my head in it

I lose my coat


This poem previously appeared in poets.org.