I live every once in a while, mostly I hope that that trolley passes, that May turns into July

Buddhas on stilted chairs

Today I am in the room watching the sun evaporate.

Here I am born a brilliant mistake from infinity
And the idea of existence reminds me of turtles

You know how / fussy he is

I can not feel her voice I am too far away skiing in Austria.

My heart wears a pair
Of shoes that once belonged
To a young poet

Three guys in fluorescent vests are taking down
a tree along my neighbor’s fence line, which is, of course,

my fence line, with my two round-eyed snakes and my wandering

raccoon.

A closer look reveals the blue-dark knot
undone, the torn tissues of the lips,
the disheveled velvets and violet silks
of a woman hurrying to a tryst

Suppose I say the hardest thing to say.
In a famous drawing two black silhouettes
gaze at each other, noses almost touching.