Endearing insistence.† Forgetful prey.
This house has burned for 900 nights.
So it goes: tiny comfort, a brief surprise.
The acting out of something sinister.
Wicked little chore, wicked little
here-&-there, burn & burn & burn.
Lonely pioneer.† Ignoble officer.
In the box: the framed syntax.
Trace the edges.† The rat banking
against the walls.† Revile this act.
Sing it twice & itís twice as nice.
If anger fades as it rises, folds itself
††††††††††† into a paper crane.
If happiness never wears a hat or meets
††††††††††† itself in the street
a broken picture frame left on the curb.
If happiness were a hero smiling
††††††††††† down from a parade.
The snow keeps falling.† A door leads
††††††††††† to another door to a room
Iíve never entered.
All the shops are locking their gates.
We hold our hands over our mouths
††††††††††† for warmth, huddle over
what is not being said.
We have our secrets we prefer to keep.
We do not trust what is too good.
A shadow moves beneath the door.
Winter waits & listens & promises its worst.
& we go on preferring the intimacy
††††††††††† of an empty bed the clock
that ticks but does not turn.
I will myself into a bird.† I might be a sparrow
or a robin or a broken plate.† I might
not be any of these things.† I might hide
in the shed or sing a wicked song.
I might sing e-i-e-i-o.† I will myself
an audienceóeveryone claps or sings or
does nothing.† I will myself into a frame,
tuck in my arms, my legs.† Perhaps I begin
again, this time with a partner.† Partner says
you sing a wicked song.
Partner says sparrow-dishplate-birdsong.
Partner says no, no, youíre doing it all wrong.
Iím not even trying
The ticket lost is long gone.
Iíve run out of things to sell.
The check bounced.
The phone lost your call
& then I lost your number.†
I just put water on to boil.
I became distracted by
the headline: Five new ways
to a better body!
The train went express.
I accidentally took one too many
aspirin.† I havenít had
my morning cup of coffee.