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Bench Gazing

All is lost in a Tuesday night sky. Overhead, a tree hanging over. It will be little time until I do the same. In twenty years nouns change, don't they. Their meanings change, their spelling.. changes. In twenty years I will hope to have understood at least a handful of their purposes.

Los Angeles, CA

I Cannot Indicate It

What I meant to say was forever.
Because that's the truth of everything I encounter.
And how long would you like to stay with
the company? Forever, sir. Nod my head
and collect the script from the table
that I shuffled twice, hoping he would not
notice. Maybe I'm becoming unnoticed.
And maybe I've become more noticeable
than I would have liked to become.
These days have slowed, the hours
like bells, tolled against my ship-sunken
skull. Time, you are my natural enemy.
The longer I wait for you to pass,
the dial turns over to eternity, and
I always seem to let my chances slip away.

All Signs Reveal Us

And sighs are
sunken logs across the
St. Louis river.
And the swinging
bridge begs for mercy:
each step a misery of choice.
Life is too complex a noun,
but we toss it around anyway:
altogether rejoiced,
expending the image
for the sign -life,
like a branch, an apple
or trout's swim, unsatisfied.