COMPANY
Driving
through fog and other people’s
homes, stalled cars, radio neither live
nor recorded, we have not
alleged takings, are not generous,
have no sense of being heard, enclosed
by our words, a window won’t
roll down, we don’t contend that our stuff
is anything but eye contact
refused again and again. That personality
will crystallize, that it all went wrong
in the process of meeting in the middle,
that communication did nothing
to bring us closer, with each other
or anyone else, that we are trapped in
clear resin is a given, like sculpture made
without feeling for the boundary between us.
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BELFAST
I probably bought that porous explanation
Your green lobby painted halfway
In patches like the sun
I hear we have made some passage
Make the most of it
Make stitches
The streets an ancient delineation
Of romance
I would walk my bike for you
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PASSING TIME
In any school full of water bottles at least two
contain vodka
Collusion enterprise
I visit the South Pole via letters and numbers
Should I get the salt
I think I’m going to get the salt
Suddenly we started wearing hats I like
I like how we relate
to cutlery
She had a bite of I don’t know what
Engaged compulsively in reading for the blind
and dyslexic
and often with good reason the sheep choose
to eat the shepherdess
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