Also, at the Point of Happening

I would like to shake away

the inescapable seizure of the recent

for the leisure to unbelt,

to forget

and let

fall

To treat the minutes by their exterior.

If I were certain you were watching

the clamor of your eyes

weaving glances

To be seen and re-countable

free to let myself be taken

to be given by your awareness

to the point where the day and I both

starve into an evening 

the two of us unravel. 

Postcard no. 2

I write to you

from a slightly open window

while watching the leaves

fall in swivels. 

some make it through the window

some do not.

Its as beautiful as the concrete flowers

resilient to their deaths

and the lives they're born into.

Wish you were here.

Postcard no. 1

In the army lodgings

between sips

of my bedside beer

I think of you.

I think: sometimes its better

to be invisible

so we won't have to kill each other

with looks

so we can go on living. 

Phone call From Riga

To talk to you in  real time

brings me further from my rapid end,

holds me in its stillness.

and the aggression of trapped limbs

dissolve into the colorless

the inescapable terror of freedom.

But to be locked within you

where two parts fit

everything attaches to the spine and sheds 

the film of our outlines.