Noun that I've been watching (30)

haircut.
that he didn't have a chance (was never given
one). his talent ever on loan.
his discomfort in ex
plaining how and why he comes to be here
among the others. to help
out. not to be one
of these others.
that he is seen that way. that he feels
he is being
seen that way.
the speech, not easy to convey.

the way of life that says work all the time
because of your intelligence and lack
of place. that you perform because you can
because you know because you
have been seen by someone
who exists.

adventure is the same as
to exist. the road with him
upon it (being lived).
the road with him becoming second
or first person.

known.
apart from service.
in a role.
having watched and having listened.
having heard and having sung
(to himself).
having stood back avoiding
knowing what to say.

Noun that I've been watching (29)

sunflow(er).
indelible light. I hear that Tom is sick.
my telephone is not what my telephone.
I want to call through thick branches.
I will call through curtains. I will call
through vague clouds. I want to hear him
not be ill at all. I want to watch his
images, his words. I want to take the landslide
beauty and just polish it with my eyes.
admiring eyes. I want to take chances
and to be those chances.

it is about Tom's infinite ability.
about his impulse.
about his shining.
it is about everything that doesn't happen
because it already does.
it is about infinity
as clear as it is visible
and as adventurous as it is
perfect. every edge with
every other. this complex
and not at all. simplicity.

Noun that I've been watching (28)

river.
she shelved recollection that would rhyme with swift or sweet. then reached for one of them to shape into a psyche. I am always her daughter, mark my age at birth I was inseparable with eternity and now there are not empty pages enough. I hope that she can hear me. I revert to her she never knew how core the links the integers the fond light now much I needed her. She never goes away I heard myself assume her place only a fraction as beloved where I took the reins and helped an individual be an individual.

if you are reading now we have a picnic basket and I take you to the Coldwater River. I like a proper noun to keep us co-registered within the truth of what I say to you. What teaches my skin something is the inner joy and pain. I would like the outer fencing to show white, that I might keep clean the intrusions.

Fire opposes as does earth. I feel a running prose and that means every sentence already occurs our job has been to find it. In an evening of an evening we converse. This may mean you and me. Nominative case so cared for has my hand.

For many days no one has done a thing my home is like a hospital people begin and then quickly conclude I suppose I might relax in a hot bath there seem to have been poems to help clear out or clear away confusion. It is just my way of staying alive outside the dream that taxes me. I feel usually taxed. I play through and the next moment I'm on the case. The few burdens I am willing to release become infractions anymore. Now hesitation comes to heel-toe magic.

Everybody here leaves the TV on. I have felt alone for many days because I'm trying to remain on top of the confusion. Nothing has been solved in a long while. Not a moment to be lost in gentle looking after climbing slate rock to discover white marks that would say something. To rub a derby might mean baldness will be next.

I look across the room and there is desert sunlight on the wall, no hint of any river now.

Noun that I've been watching (27)

Map.
My relatives are vectors. They do bronze with flourish. I live in these clothes. I walk across the street. I sketch my autobiography. I flow with radio Shapiro. Are you listening to your beautiful self without me? Pry all you desire. I'm still this statue over here to your defiant over there. And when our hands join some TV will gather up the probability of its recurrence. Then what?

I have no spatial feeling. I go someplace and it's the same as here. I try to taste the silver that seems just like mine. I mean the stainless steel. Which war? The tin foil. Maynard G. Krebbs, right? I sit here and it's someplace I have walked to. For what reason are we not identical?

I mean I can talk to you regardless of your declaration of singularity. My own, your own, her fantasy of being one, at one, just one self left to seem a spoke spawned from a single hub.

What sparkles sun makes possible. A posse of near neighbors comes to us with some facsimile of birthday (singular). Everyone was born at once. You see? You dig? You feel esprit de corps? I thought that margins had a bridge to safety in them. I also thought about the work I have sustained.

Resilience is your only option. I grade you on that feature of your grading me. Perhaps you want to light my path. And name if after you. And copy how I cross each bridge hypothesized. And scamper across paths. And think about each one without its name.

Noun that I've been watching (26)

rodeo.
I saw fit to blunder
near the blond lake.
who was the circumference
of choice I want to know.
yellowpale dandies yet.
but blinking also
meant the world about
to fake an outerness.
was it windows
I foreswore. was it
the bake of being
staged to stratus.
or the monacle
that left
premises.

maybe hindsight
is a knack the world has
fed upon fed open
federally fresh or
noon lined world.
the free zone of the fake
smattering gives gold
its reach.

retire said she.
I was not watching I was
doing. I am always
here said I.
I am always probability
leaving a firm place.
that place. that haven.
discarded as if
by choice.

Noun that I've been watching (25)

seat.
she widens out atop it.
when she is seated I have something
I watch. I watch her fill required
seat time. my matrilinear resplendence
includes no one who sits.
we relish momentum as the sole
prevention of deep sadness
twinned with deeper quiet
nobody would likely recognize
in any one of us.

I have no child. she has a special
car seat where I place her.
when I drive around she shows me
she can sing.
I offer lessons in good voice.
I speak in many syllables.
she rhymes. she poems sweet
lyrics into my matched song.

one of these days suspicious beauty
will run from her mouth, and she will
sound exactly likely my mother
of the titian hair approaching
white no one would ever see.

tonight the countertops were taken off
and covered with a formal stone.
we seek imperfection that we might join
the probability of retracting
every way of speaking that failed
to fit naturally into this flow.

before I tell you too much
about my present tense, let me
remind you I am seasoned
and I know the lingo.
miscreants as we would call them,
often betrayed the individual
in power, believing that charisma
is a latent fire that reproduces
beyond inherent candle power.

when I am being who I am
there is no pause in motion
except within myself.
you may decide to call me
immanent. or you may notice
that the moment has been full of me.
that my question will have lingered
where the thought is now,
and where the heart will stay.