1

touch the walls with bare hands.

snow. each line along his brow

spilling over glistening stones.
 

 
2

I hear the nurses calling

between shadows

and give that up, too. He will draw a door closing

and flickers of saints

inside the shell of a car

a library of untranslated prose

no longer light years away.
You harvested whatever you could carry

Along the independent variable of time or narrative –
sleep awhile, if you will.

This will look like a circle to the audience and they will applaud.

 

 
3

until we meet inside the radio

or (doctored) film    with red flowers

(I hope this thing)

the name of a    late breeze    looks nothing like

a familiar occurrence     subject to change

(at least in front of you)

secret drawer     tidy package

focus evenly    tell me

until we meet (inside the radio)

There's no comparison
 

 
4

the latest report    patiently    clouds the room
and cannot see the other side
colour in each petal with the scratchy hand of a kid

you are bookbinder        cartographer
dog on the wall

all to himself

underneath old newspapers
 

 

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Those eyes that shift from left to right

Pull out a folded handkerchief         and tell us where we are,

how it becomes us,       the monk replied

Except for the suitcase he has completely filled with unfinished words
 

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deserted by a whole team of people with tools

of the quotidian. (We apologise     for endangered auxiliary verbs

including sharp or heavy objects

but not tonight.)
 

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dog on the wall

all to himself

underneath old newspapers

its existence        identity       late and later

Crazily it shone