faster than ever slower than you

faster than ever
slower than you

on a bicycle
turning
paces

tucked away in the sun
is the next day

and all
the days
it chases

how alike we are

hold me not
in the sunlight

hold me not
in the spotlight

hold me not
on the dance floor
or under the microscope

hold me
behind the walls

that hold
your secrets

and I
will tell you
how alike we are

engine melted black

did you think the fire would
last forever?

boxed peaceful

do you know those
boxed peaceful
made peaceful
under grain

beaten by the rain
all summer
then again

they all had
the same journeys
they all have
the same name

beaten by the rain
all summer
then again

diamonds to another world

the woman looks to her
goodbye

to the lady with the
laughing

one on
a bed

on one
a bare floor

with half
the planks gone

we pull out our hair
to reveal our thoughts

we tear out the sand
to reveal

diamonds
to another world

flowers of the ocean

somewhere dead petals
flung on live shores
where their color contrasts with the sands
flowers of the ocean
where are your hands
and weeds of the sea
what were your demands
and what have you done wrong
to wind up here
on rusted metal
crushed cans of beer
listening to this summer’s song
under the boardwalk stands

instructions not included

stole a long train
on a short track
on a drunken teenage dare
shoveled coal all night
to keep the caboose filled
didn’t get me anywhere

the carpet’s courtesy

our floors are bordered
by nails upright –
the nails you never see
our bare feet cushioned
from the sharp points –
the carpet’s courtesy

carpet – soft to foot –
wall-to-wall – we slide
and glide,
who would know
of all the nails
piercing through your other side

you may, facing east

you may,
facing east,
late at night,
think
(not that I might)

a crow in the long run
is more apt to fly
than bite,

and if the roads were flowers
all trips would be timed to bloom,

and if things weren’t as they are
you’d be in another room.

Salzberg

you forwarded Salzberg in Mobius strips
from some somnambulist workplace
the regrettable Toyer trying wrappers
oh Amy be a hemisphere of eight