and I know

you’re a juicy
frame work
worrier
lit from the inside 
like I like 

followed the hills
down the freeway
they told me I’d learn 
something soon

and I know 
I love it when we talk
and your hair is
in my face 

it comes up 
again and again
I want to mourn what
ever with you 

Christmas lights

cutting my window

my issues

with the winter’s sun

I feel real for this conflict

my blue heaven

where the volume is 

I really feel for this 

I’m on the bridge

the topic of your distance

thought purchase meant

from here to there

like “some purchase

between you and the train”

this is the hill

we do technically die on it

I walk from there to here

on god

baby girl said yellow on the computer

this one’s a smoothie

six steps is the only purchase

given on the fire escape

violin leaves casting

grated shadows

today is a god

plateau

proportional hatred and disgust

swarming me

but immanence demands

this is god too

look to the cloud margin

obsessed but

unsentimental

in an atmosphere of

prayer and work

I hear every scream

inside

squeeze play

today 

I watched you 

place a bet

in Sunset Park

lost

money is the 

familiar 

grammar

here as

fall’s symbolic order

limps along 

culture +

my baby's

sweetest, cynical 

service 

laying

a confessional

groundwork

by

inventing solitude 

&

new 

situations

&

circles 

of negative 

coincidence

all over and within

 

hallucinations of

two chains

broken off

the same

piece 

and

day 

and night

together in  

a single

volume

update (unlimited)

her benz 

in the driveway

crowds my step

I have all these buildings

on my hands

look at how 

it looks both

good and bad 

in September

in the hard pink and blood

red 

you can move

like the beat

anywhere

inside

the perimeter

~

the AC is way on

the stars are way off

smoky tomatoes 

dusted 

off and   

on being

high and some 

thing fresh

 

like nova 

new 

poetry of outside and 

before 

sucking up the future

a couple words to cool my day

the moon was

something orange

setting off

fall

then you got married

to too many people who

all slept in, in the chauffeur's cabin

the night before the baby

was born 

like nova, news

like stars on the fence

~

and I'm a fool for this evening

taking all of it serious

as clouds roll over you 

spreading 

your solitude

all over

my bed

I dream in 

wet stills

and come to

in mourning 

(unlimited)

the moon was a knife blade though

orange and setting off

fall 

then you got married 

on a hill

to too many people who

all slept in, in the (chauffeur's) cabin

the night before the baby

was born 

like news, nova, 

like stars on the fence

and I'm a fool for this evening

taking all of it serious

as clouds roll over you 

spreading 

your solitude

all over

my bed

library

October diamonds out 

the city we chose

to make the

loneliest 

but 
the streets there

need us to walk around

and, riding out last night’s

inseam, all I was trying

to get to 

was a way

to cope with this
not actually being music

with this not being
actual music