Realquiet

 The blue-black lip of sky It could go on like this forever Slapping the sides of a tub out of frustration or excitement or experimentation or boredom We must endure the knowledge Of 100 Bleak yesterdays  It could go on like this forever the articulation of my spine the knobs and ridges An embedded shard of Siberian Pine We must endure the knowledge of the infinite brownout The yellowed deposits of aged teeth Sagging left and right Heads tilted, eyes cornered ___________ These feet are the feet I had a few years ago Anyway These lungs are smaller than you may think Wide-spread hand across Your breastbone goes half the distance Up and Down More than half the way across And there's a weightlessness To all of this I wake up sobbing every few minutes And then fall back into fitful sleep The pillow cast wet My skin warm And glowing beneath the sheets __________ The whole thing fell apart The moment we broke up our home And divided our belongings to their original owners and went ou...

1. The nerve clumped in my elbow Purple, Red, A bone marrow tickle A dead, cold hand What types of birds am I reminded of? What colors? How to describe the flesh? The drab ruins, the purple ruins The dog whose eye was removed Always now giving the impression Of a wince or a wink ______ Stolen liquor from my brother and his wife Perched hot beneath the dark blue tree A glance, a wave, a slight dent in my smile 2. Her heart was cracked and withered too as we dipped our toes into the psychic waters of propinquity My heat tolerance in Mid-April 3. What was your average heart rate when you woke up? When you were the same as I,                                  lounging nude in the winter dark Underfoot was snow mixed haphazardly with grass A walk full of muddy smudges The snowman we made, a miniature Kicked clean gone out of frustration Later you remark that suicide makes sense not in some sad, unspeakable wa...