So What’s My Super-Objective
There’s once, around an hour in,
You break.
You’ve forgotten to play at listening to your plain-pretty friend
Who’s sure that dream she had about you was prophetic,
Certain, she goes on and you,
You cheat out to the rest of the restaurant, and
There!
I catch in your eye —
There, again:
There is hot moonlight on cold sand
And some hundred winking hieroglyphs atop
A temple, long-abandoned,
Devoted once but to an un-finished God.
The waitress comes to clear away the plates.
Dessert?
Your cheeks lift almost imperceptibly:
I can’t, but please you go ahead.


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)

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

Don’t Go
