the other says

the other says "i have come from the compass only to be returned to it"
the other says "i do not recognize the need for pangea"
the other says "as a small child i mistook words for pictures as well"
the other says "you want to, but you don't"
the other says "i have returned to being myself"
the other says "i read, but cannot write"
the other says "again" and "awake"

noir

ya think ya got me, well
whataya say i think i got ya
this gun in my pocket says ya
says ya got me, well ya think
good, well ya thin glass can't
hold me, ya think so, ya breaking
cases to break faces to me ya
think, the light's already done that
done ya thinking, done ya
breaking and the sun

returning you

consider the lily & define the novel.

it's always greener on the other
hand keeps pushing up dailies.

each night w/ its number as a contestant
watched by the mechanical owls.

coming. going.
sleeping. knowing.

it's a setup, i tell you, he says.
no, it's just a set, she says, drawing in the fake dust.

unconvinced

solder. soldier. sleeper trailer @ the
jobsite. go home in the parking
lot. they have it right, he says, live
like work by heating metal.

again time

everything that whizzes by says shit, man, i am tired, but suspended here
like gravel decked up in the gross act of passage. you sit by me in the
passenger seat looking forward.

onto/phylo

say there is a death. a wash
      carries petals
            yielding inquiry
inflammation over embryo
      around muscles
            says where is
simple original sorrow
      sunspent man
            subroutine for
recapitulating our
      kind cracked concrete
            how i carve
so recently
      stars in sockets
            zeroes in
uprearing
      the fluid ash
            rock