As/Is







9.28.2005


it felt quiet now it's loud

no fun in other words
to rest here, speak
no longer tingling to the body
temperature,
not a generative moment
or pale patch of space

merely the usual invasive blot of these
unwanted springboards pointing this way,
testing boundaries

a clothesline where a plucked string
would resonate
instead of the dull resultant thud
when there is nothing wanted
coming near