outposts

in certain places
streets are stone-washed rivers,
stoops,
for tying your boat

foul breath

kamikaze kane:
he wore leather, he went, fast–
wore a pinky ring.

*
if you ignore it,
it thickens and tangles and
trips your smooth stride

if you match faces,
stand at-nostrils, in place? then
you've foul breath to hide.

bear hug

walking from the train
i met a friend; we shivered
and smiled at our laughs

*
wait, you're telling me
that we're all meant to pretend
that we don't yet know?

*
i find, in summer
the mountains are lighter, heights
more easy to carve

best lemons

if you're attentive
the sky comes out charging and–
big as it is–calms.

*
one million rocks
one vermillion tide; my
eyes on this blue pen.

*
hey, sit next to me.
we'll drink minted lemonades
and watch our sneakers

pebbled us.

why not make me wait?
go on then, climb your tree and–
shh, sneak back inside

*

this makes me think of
you, me, and all those times we'd
salt our cuffs at sea

sit next to me.

if you can help it
avoid obfuscation; hey!
fewer words, more true

***

if you'd seen me then
would you've known my sly grin, felt
reverberations?

good form

erroneous frames
around our nebulous forms;
please feel free to stRETCH

stopping blocks

us against the 'stop'
solid urging, forward on
we need no limits