today is yesterday’s tomorrow
said the gold foil letters
looping
across her t shirt
but it’s true
everything you longed for
yesterday
every aching want
each breath you took
despite it all
this is the prize
this day
this hour
now
the answer to your prayers
one more breath
then another
(2023)
before we knew what time was
we had five year plans
ten year
millennia
we thought each day would be just like the last
that the seasons’ passage did not erode but fortify
our allotment of breaths
this sense we have of timelessness
of needlessness:
a lie
time devours your enemies
more surely than you ever could
hold fast
for the centre has been loosed
mere anarchy enough to mute
their serpentine refusal
their temptation not to know but to deny
hold fast
two words
infinite meanings implicated
in the order of their syllables
hold fast
at this sticking point
this point of flesh
this knowingness
this ganglion incretion
towards your ulterior motives
this lawless urge to plunder
oneself
(July 2023)
I practice a form of time travel called insomnia
or maybe it practices me
a liminal state
awake but wrongly
the morning uninevitable
though it is always morning somewhere
what is a morning but the night’s fist unclenching
present always but not noticed until it strikes
rattling your old bones
the earth dragged onward
spiraling through all that night
that fist
opening again and again
and closing
and us
raked by cosmic winds
barely clinging
all our ambitions a smear on glass
a concrescence of matter
a chance
I practice a form of time travel called insomnia
or maybe it practices me
once upon a time
things stayed as they were
when you made a thing
it stayed that way forever
once there were things
and they stayed as they were
we have gone from that time
how young we were
which face is yours
it’s an old photograph
and I can’t tell now
it doesn’t matter
here my face is here
and here is yours
I forgot who stood between us
(2022)
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