The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away
“You’ll find,” he says,
“The rest’s just
pain and promises of pain.
What Hurts / What Will
You know?”
I think –
Long as it’s all the same to you –
Long as it’s all the same to you –
I think I’ll be a firework today;
Burn, fly, burst, crackle, fizzle out,
Then dissipate before–
Then dissipate before–
I land, I guess.
The me that is a firework,
I mean.
Or will have been.
Do fireworks have shells?
Sorry, I know,
I’m all endings today.
Endings and penultimates.
But still,
I have to think –
There’s more than sitting
in the shadow of lilacs
hearing fireworks


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

Arranged

Don’t Go
