what wreckage
love and work know
those ghosts
that leave us
like certain light
devices
of our discontent
make room
for the miraculous
the overgrown road
tenders wild
blackberries baby
so go
remember maps
know shit
about roads
remember me
each ember
from an umber sun
seems to sing
life
ridiculous life
careening into
its own thrown flowers
no dress rehearsal
for death
waking to a state
of always after
a solid fog
a coyote on a cliff
where the ground
is made of air
in the fall
we call
our lives
vivid debris
like a movie
in medias res
where we play
everyone and no one
moved by
gossamer strings
attached to words
sky river suffer
plural star labor
daughter lavender divorce
hollow bloom song
as for love...
it travels
the infinite mountain
of everything
we’ve ever lost
I jab a flag into
and call Poetics
and being educated
from cartoons
I draw a door
in that mountain
to escape
or more
as a way to say
come
let’s walk
together
through the dark