Birds playing guitar at Montreal Museum of Fine Arts

Horse Lords, Hidden Cities

CLEAR WORLDS the dream mountain path again thought all lost dreams lately crossed over or is this even going anywhere the veil whooshed off as it fell a dream always brought back to light how terrible it is to just be coffees and spreadsheets and uploading and William’s plants dying in the cubicle there is so much death and pain all the ugly sandwiches but the worst is when people laugh and don’t mean it

BONK

for Meg

over the faucet gush

i cut

broccoli

stalks bonk

softly

onto green leaves skinned

strewn
in the basin

William Bronk from FINDING LOSSES
Woodcut by Eugene G. Canade'

notebook things

UNTITLED

early
outside the laundromat

wonder why
i cannot
     sit still

pit
in my gut

red dumpster baking
in a glaring limbo

hot morning sun

POLYRHYTHM BONG

the internet password      
     the    
pink paper next to bed
     
567 something
     
the only way home
   
     i mean
on my way home

i mean
goodbye

the night comes back
the way love comes back

scattered, disordered
     out of time

light
shattered
glass