As Yet Untitled
After Ovid’s Metamorphoses, particularly lines 5-30.
Go on, then.
Tell me which.
I guess it doesn’t matter, since both are disappointing.
Vain, desperate, well-intentioned hubris
To deface a void.
To polish nothingness into a mirror
As if it needed you.
No?
Lonely, then,
And nobody to tell.
Well, here I am. How is your loneliness today? Better? Worse? The same?
Your turn
Ask me
It’s worse
That’s all.
You can go now.
Go find something to amuse yourself with –
A bird, or a sunrise, or something.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

The Nocturnes

Newton’s Cradle

Another Time

How We Know Each Other

Houdini’s Wife

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!

(Running) After Catullus (With a Knife)

So What’s My Super-Objective

Remember Once, When It Was Raining,

The Word Is “Yet”

A Subway Sketch

Wait Up! I’m Hamlet, Too!

It’s Always Something

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

Arranged
