‘05
Today is somebody’s birthday
I remember telling you that on a field
Coming face to face with the worst
Just then, I left the comfort of these walls
To be my own open space
Reminds me of going into fall
Perpetual
Heavily memorialized.
‘06
It was an afternoon in the park
Crowded by lazy feet
The rim of benches
From where
Headphones
Hallow
Hairlines
Circling the pavement strip
Muscles and heels coming through
And disappear
Behind the width of a tree
Captured by something prosthetic
Like earphones from the lobes
Hair staunchy
I had seen him before
On the slopped path
Bound by the reservoir
Pulling from the mass of people
I tried to follow
Those fingers clutching the black paint fence
Buildings peered on the water
The only distinction from strange bodies
Wrapping from the bend
Following direction feet
Of magnificent space growing in benevolent gaps between us
Knowing before the first step
I had already lost him
Roped in among them
Being taken
‘07
At the Beach in Varna, Bulgaria
the feral nakedness of children
No pretending here
The shame of a pre-adolescent chest
Or swimmer bottoms
Covering parts private with age.
The etiquette of space teaches us
To be in control of seeing
‘08
Airplane to Argentina
Memory has a plea for opulence
Held by the sincere belief that
It’s always somewhere else
As restless as an airplane both quickly moving
Nothing to keep of it
After it dies.
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