- Goodbye
If you are still alive when you read this,
close your eyes. I am
under their lids, growing black.
...
- Face In The Window
I am a modest house, a house solely
notable for the fact I lived here once.
Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
in which two pupils of hydrogen dance.
...
- Obsolescent
Bending over like this to get my hands empty
Rummaging through the white trashcans out back
Of the Patent Office I find a kind of peace
Here in this warm-lit alley where no one comes.
...
- Escape Plan
I examine
my skin
searching for
...
- (desire)threadbare(desires)
-to S.
The light lay in shreds across the bed,
only your waking could make it whole;
...