As/Is







9.26.2007


wound is dime in three (dimensions)

all diminuendo blushes backhand
(do you read me)
bracketed perfume lines down
its socket wrench

and wheels go flute
and while the feather
in a valley blows away
unnoticed children play

the riveting commercials
till we're plied with shoots
and looking out from lenses
in a capture mode

consider the ode
about to be imparted
to the window light
and thus absorb oncoming flight