Out the Window

I Wish That I Was Born A Thousand Years Ago
A purely mechanical response
              to the perforated cloud cover
                              & your birdlike way of seeing

SYSTEMIC JUNGLE NIGHT
I could swear I was dreaming when I looked up
& she was standing there like Death’s kid sister

El Tsunami
The great big hush of dark like a wave that
comes from within & radiates & extends
& bends & everything is dark or is touched by (dark)

Dear Joanne
I don’t know what I did to
incur the wrath of the gods but
I wish they’d just get over it