Issue 14
Figuring Out the Spread

      Not the first to dream       or make their case
for gravity       — dreaming
of falling parts       — and not the first to wonder
that their words could fail to tell –
marveling the Mayday snows       — gossiping
April’s custodies       — and
never       the first       but visible       — keen
as they’d come to be
on doubt and circumstance       — on
talking off the top       –
thinking to make some what?
or anyhow stay put       –
deciding       — even as weathers
must decide –
to stand on their luck
boasts of good stock
      A man       — polite       among       the forms –
the crimps and registries       — seeing
what foods
these cousins like       — inviting him to laugh –
or       — saying       what
someone       thought of him       — laughing
off the twists
/ the dream-frauds and hovering
commotions       — those
tracks beneath the sills       — those
barefoot tracks       — where
certain bodies
floated up       — presenting
themselves to him
like overnight
      Matters of fact maybe       — the breathing
pine made split
or blown apart to start a vigil       — because
the blooms
were overgrown       — because they had gone ahead
as told
/ reeling       with       the peppers
and       engrossing
cloves       — acting       their own
stuffed selves
and x-ing vowels out –
this ease       to match
the international
      And what       re-seeded lots       — and       what
Suburban       back-lots       — left
to railroads       –what foods these cousins like –
reveal less a world as is       –
reveal the tricks       where       voices
seem to rise
from the construction       — to       speak
from the cement –
from       the surfaces       made to glow
with cosmetic bristling       –
no longer       exactly       comfortable       –
and       always
a little out of touch       –no longer
in the old ways       — to sharpen
alphabets       — spooking
to glow
from spore
/ sprung desolations
and veneers.