Subfusc Gem

You are like a subfusc gem full
of internal facets and darkness

Refracting light at oblique angle
sidelong to the point of things

Whose
love projected on the ceilings

of any & of all the buildings


The golden rings—who, coiled
—fill the the joint's insides

The subtle difference of the wave when they collide


Summer, stifling forest and
the tempestuous glint of metal

in grass He will let all
pass above the grassy pitch

which is leavened, stretched

Looking toward the recent
past, to try and find it

The clearing out the fire
pits The oft-painted

sitting bench

Summer 2007 (3)

Walking,
Hot guys.

Chewing on ice
all day, night.
(no air conditioning)

Setting up rules,
building forts,
spreading my things around
in anticipation of staying.

Getting used to things.
Smoking a lot of weed,
sleeping in, if I can.

Going to the beach
once or twice. Not riding bikes
(it's a long story)

Sweating too much
getting dumped.
New blog
for photographs
(that's five)

New flip-flops
for in the house.
Not going downtown
Ever. And it's nice.

Summer 2007 (2)

Walking down Hot guys
on ice. Everything is nice.
Catsup.

Reading "Slaughterhouse Five" again.
Billy Corrigan
bland.

Steamy rises from
the fries. Cooking shows
all day. And into the night

Too tired from
laying down too
much.

Piles of mulch on the
sidewalk. In front
of condo across street.

Summer sweet
Ice cream treat
Novelty.

Provenance
Lording over everything
Sweaty in the museum.

No-see-ems
Nazi, burning 'cause
you can not-see them.

Absolutley.
Not even
A little bit.

Spit.
Sports television
Aaron Sorkin's "Sports Night"

Fright of
never darkness
Allowances

for what should
not
be allowed.

Golden Cow.
Differences in religion
Cardamom

Small twigs
Arranged into
faces.

Places
Islands that were
separated

Dollywood.
The mainland.
Off-shore.

Wires.
Liars.
Fire burning fires.

Good paper
expensive stores
sweet-smelling

paste.
Rough on tongue
to the taste.

Depress-
ors.
"Family Guy"

Jokes,
artichokes.
hope

Summer, 2007

Walking down
Hot guys
in ice.
Garçons
smell like weed
in alley
on ground.

Cigarettes
smoking.
Piling up from
since the summer
When smoking.
That film
around the package.

Something else
illusive.
The city
new recycling
Changing again.
New bin.
What can go in it
what can't.
Go in it.

Black Suede Jacket

You have the suede jacket
But today too hot for
black on black.

And light—God knows—
Can't escape from its
velvety surface.

And sit in front also
of this place. And
see if you can't save face.