Further Complications

I was little bit ill, and the
symptoms though only
simmering, still felt like shit.
And went out drinking anyway.

I bought Jarvis Cocker's new album
and though I'd only rate it six,
I can't stop
thinking about it, or bitching,

I was so excited about it's
coming out. I was so thirsty
I didn't feel the water's
tasting bad in my sick throat.

Japanese Maple

How American are we
really, in our hearts these
seven-fingered shadows
cast

Reliquary

Am trying to find
something in
what was, what
is and still is, what
has been. What
could've been
what should have,
or what I wished was.

This...I know; I
apologize for
—But am the color solid.

Whose center is
an increasingly
middling muddle
of chroma and grey.
I'm sorry for that stanza.

]I believe (whether
right, or not) that
evidence leads
to understanding.

And it is so hot, today
is the first day that life
seems unbearable
again, as the second
summer with no air

conditioning.

I'm sweat, and looking
into the mirror and through it
into the past where my ace
remains unchanged.

and this:

to knowledge in the recompense

which's why I (who intelligent)'ve
stopt thinking.



New Section.
I've got the box fan
in the window, accept it
as a thing bequeathed
by friend long gone and misst.

What comfort can the air
pulled in by box fan and pushed
through open door give?

Setbacks

T'was the night before
and then after. And then
all of the nights
were disaster that kept
comin' down the mountain, kept
comin' down the mountain.

How much more
more can one make
in a given space
of time? Now
I know

burgeoning beneficence
—so fast as to not remember it
or to not know it, not fully to know it—
and the backlash it brought.

The forward push
of sensibilities fought
unto an internal
counterlegislation
whatever caveats,
hold-outs, free drinks
and the like