TROUBLE NEAR ME

Were You There?

by chance, ill defined &

awkward

values uncast immobility—

eyes the joints

or jettisons drift

(debtor’s pension):

from those calls

this insolvent throb

who hears then falls—

Sometimes It Causes Me to Tremble

My rudder’s bow-leg

My nipper’s gyp

The only out is

Flop—flap—flip

Deep These Wounds & Red

all we know impales

what we never will

like a harpoon

the imaginary whale

bleeding all the same

Trouble Is Near Me

In the morning of my life

there was a smell of burning plastic

but today, but today

putrefaction

No where is your smile

more radiant than on this beach