SMALL PACKAGES 8 (2004)

Contract

expression of neutrality
division of emptiness
hours that move like moments
moments that pass like a fever
feverish passing of the parade
the slimmed down version
a conjugal visit
more stuff to take apart
look! this one is real
just based on a true story
a lovely tale of classic virtues
a distant hero with vulnerability
someone you never met who speaks to you
several items that included something
that still causes pain
an implicit condition
that binds you in silence
intrigue: too much trouble
persuasion: ditto
we conclude our evening
we wrap up the proceedings
but always left hanging
with nothing
to go on

A Visit

in memoria
where days slip thru your hands
in that sad town
in other places
looking up at the moon in the midday sky
enjoined in shadow
obliged to respond
we fed the swans
who dipped and drabbled
in the Lonely River
when a man appeared
from nowhere
peddling Familiar Joys plus
Domestic Bliss
2 new products whose testing may have involved cruelty
i coughed up a fortune just to feel ok
i could never break the code
i could never be sure
when it had ended.

short poem

i didnt wanna waste yr time
reading this
this short poem
but seeing you made it this far
im gonna mention the ever so subtle pulsating and squeezing
of the blinding blue sky
unobserved by the suits
hooked on the groaning overloaded network
sustaining furious damage
just coming in now
thats it.