decline of regret
(from pilot sightings)
We have no words for love except the soft tissues of the heart metronomic deep in the cage -Adrienne Rich
names of endearment] they lisp inside my mouth
my cursive fingers sound cloudy
teeth punctuating the air barbs, hook [i thought i saw
an endangered language shuddering on pine bark
& tufts of fur caught in splinters
i learned to breathe outline of maps
& the gutters where tight stitching intended ravines
I saw the lines on the back of your slim hands & thought [
a writer’s skin is very old.
perky ungloved, oil plume scarlet polish a month of cuticle moons
scripting places we sophist a starling rivulet you sharp
over the hello of lyric
which is to say desire or possibly erotic
it was messy in your basement apartment, sunless
the professors who lived upstairs would
evening wash your dishes of you said maternal instinct
but Adrienne Rich never said metric she said ][
outside in a naked trench swooping away
empty can of Guinness, the rattling tin braille
i don't remember most hotel rooms
just the toiletries & fists banging doors
dreams of moist mollusks & ice machine chrome swirl
i get poets w their language-locked lips confused
the sugar maps, bees
envious of this deep memory embossed tufts of pollen
golden rum rimmed tongue glint fuck-thick nights
apex of bones severely livid in swerving weave
blurry belly press on pocked foam
raked by rolling headlights
a clot of arms & legs, what veins are blue
oxygen rich, or is it the lack?
Practical Applications for Poetry
1. the philosophy of the lungs
punctuated, slow long narratives]
2. to learn a body simple arc flesh nerves & it is late & i am hungry.
3. it is late & i am hungry.
4. delving loamy line between a marriage & the backs of your knees will quake.
5. to remember snowing in late september all those years.
6. shopping the prophet of mistakes.
7. eclipse my finger star & moon heat as far away as ash, now is not a goodtime.
8. monotony is what lasts one of two cats; legal paper; ice wine halo; cherry pitted.
leaving this city rubbing out sighs erasing
puncture stains my mouth a four year stitch
lashing apple skins a curled nest
unspooled in the vacant seat w yesterday hair
everything eventually will arrive
its conclusions i lose my good watch
my feet are naked through february, march
magentic north positions us
straddling over godhead
secretions on radio wheel [empty air
i catch your eyes tugging my neckline [i forgot to breathe