Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!
I never liked the circus
Or the fair.
The strongman and the freaks always go on
At the same time; I never get to choose.
I spend more time navigating through crowds,
Caught between tents.
And all to learn:
Who’s faster? Can this new contortionist neatly untangle and replace her twisting limbs before the body builder can in one great flex pull through his knot?
Speaking of knots,
I’ve been thinking of The Gordian Knot, actually:
See, what if the knot knows it’s un-untie-able?
A life as long as taut, a libertiless strain,
A certainty of lack, a fraying tension beyond reach of probing fingers,
And stretched across the way between two roads who would be one.
Someone should really write that play;
Where Alexander hears the wailing of the rope,
And in his blade discovers mercy.


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

(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

Don’t Go
