As/Is







7.11.2006


intangible

night stars of voice
kissing intangibles
dug deep to center

if i were a vegetable
and the world were metal spiraling
what would i make of your furtherness

there are others around
with eyes of speckled egg
my blue teeth chatter a collective evening

i'm not entirely certain of you
i dive swerving from coast to coast
to die completely inevitably