took you to 131
south
that
will be
the last time
i
saw you
and wondered
hoping

crushed
like one of those cars
into
a small cube

felt your light
felt it often
even now
later

you left
and
remained here

sadness running from
the faucet
caught some with
a glass
left
for a week
on the table

the flowers are fine
dying slowly
hanging on

blame the vase
blame the time
away

the joy in
the occasion
a channel
illustrating
the
kama sutra in urdu

all the gods
seated
at the table
called to order
by gaia

jesus spoke
then buddha too
then the willow tree
roared
and
the room grew silence
gathering
around the tree
in the magic sun
and shade

prolific is difficult
and
in the time it takes
to make a muscle

started thinking
the illogical poem
the new deal
a bargain in your hand

you are not okay to
drive across the nation

outside of the outside
might be
someplace off 67 south
in west virginia

after all
she was scary
and it was all
a joke

was sad
because
of necessity

don’t have
time for that

a world
in need of art
explosions
fraudulent things
and vodka

usually
have a lighter

it took a scientist
with a test tube

the screen that
takes you
away

be a tree
on
the avenue of americas

again
just like
yesterday
and
i need tomorrow

mighty mouse
comes
to save the day

the child
appeared
lost
in meditation
legs crossed
humming
that melody

found here
over there
focusing on
a word
a phrase repeated

he would talk
and
i would guess
what
he was saying

mostly involves
silence
and a prescription

heard birds
house broken
filled with trees
and maple syrup

there must be elves
or fairies or
somebody or
something

elephants

growing up here
visited
indianapolis
twice

prefer the water
and trees and
moonlight

when i leave
probably
go to some
island

having
been born
in italy
you
would think
i’d always
be
italian

racial
profiling would
be
finding
polish people
at
the pierogi shop

what
language
are you
speaking

not
everybody
could be
born in brooklyn

remember
yesterday
like
it was
yesterday
and
unfortunately
you
are no longer
here

for me to see

having
been in a womb
i
had a mirror
i
do believe
and a small stove
to make
meatballs

thanks
for this moment
as
leaf’s fall
cover the ground
with centuries
of imagination
and nothing