Noun that I've been watching (43)

structure.
hard things organize or block the mind from notifying heart of what elapses.
there are plays we will not replicate
to surface through a different lens the way we live and think.
consider home life as squeezed paraphrase
of scars carved into parts of buildings.
each gesture lives somewhere forever.
this photograph smelling of hard-boiled egg becomes unlikely
to repeat its impressionable appearance.
strictures, also, blanch the stilts.
and someone walks as something seems to walk.
apart from many noticings.

Noun that I've been watching (42)

map.
a decent concentration.
thick blue major population center.
smaller density in color.
in this interview.
counts.
absentee.
methodical and careful.
beta browbeat. central time
zone. six up here and
six down here. effectively
closed at six
six-thirty.
why so long why not
today why north moon
why vast why sort of.
why the face why homework
what in your spare time.
lotion.
mandarin.
contrite.
avoid.
hide under this chair
that chair.
hate to plug.
not plug.
like that.
stakes different.
there from here.
the markets.
fact that.
drawing even.

Noun that I've been watching (41)

portrait.
he is risen
between
breathmark and
these notes to plentify
an otherwise
dark place
conjoined with softness

as new morning
splinters the details
left whole in memory
taken under pretty wing
mid-field
no white seen
at the forefront
of these clouds

Noun that I've been watching (40)

van.
a fictive largesse modifies the glyphy moon.
yet we live underlying lifetimes
intersecting via long gray beautiful black-
top roadways. tony drives me where I want
west to be located a couple
daylights where I earn and linger
gathering the selves and forming
loose knots tight knots penciled calendar
whorls tender moving light across
a pittance of the scape of sealight

dormitories dwindle in mentation
"when I close my eyes" (she said)
the still hoops beneath cloth-heavy
skirted circumstance are anchored
into thoughtful if unfeeling
yes

a point of view is lavish in our milieu
she says the word repeatedly
sometimes with flourish on the final vowel
transisted into english
and at other times all but underneath
the dulcet manifest

our lives lived not in tandem
need not broken be
our lives dilineating strategy
will offer satisfoundry
fondling
although and to the contrary
only a wilderness found
undefined will thread a picture
accurate enough to be called
sanity

this once I bracket storylines
bequeathed to children yet to come
her eyes show pain from any other
point she holds a quality
of replication and of fervent
constant being she resembles
anyone who knows as harbor
and as craft as object also
obstacle her young eyes
become old eyes
through which seeing

and the bugs that dot the windshield
now are gone and more apparent
than while living and her mouthing
of the creases in our sleep
makes living old as well
as fresh so there are multiple
intercessions and delirious
extractions there are mountainous
retreats and there are pools
through which to wade
the only circumstance
becomes the motion
of the vehicle
not yet divided
a pandemic of fluidity
this point of knowing
dark along consistent gray white

Noun that I've been watching (39)

yardwork.
sockwarm near winter. vintner (ventner avenue) and
vines strewn also within.
the body corporate, distinct from
common sense, disparages
fruitful labor. the body
corporate enlarges.
what does the common person do to think
of doing elsewise?
anyone?

the nick of time yields nicotine
and fie upon the walleye.
it is nigh unto a predicated darkness
anymore. you more than weigh what
I have fallen for.

how is it we are numerous again
to our own selves. the penmanship
I most desire is penmanship of yours.
warble might equate to shakey hand.
is this your view of life?
is this my living?

trout make heaven in the realm of non-pet
smokehouse dalliance. once
I offered sugar hideaways in my own
sportyard.
you were there, and you, and you . . .

I told a story and it held attention
(fast)
(now memory enlists
what goes away)

the fallen truth rubs me against the overcare
of aftermath. are these your leaves
the yellow openings to truth no longer there?

I quiz myself. I wander across well defined
places talk with, and I don't think of them.
I don't recoil. I don't undress. I pen my way
out of unhappiness, or reup the process
without prompting.

when I hear from you I hear myself
refuse to go away, despite the infinite
distractions of appearance.
it is better to be beautiful said the prophet
than not to be awake at all.

and that is how I am here amid nature,
being valued where epistemology might
some way hold.

Noun that I've been watching (38)

signature.
pain tucked into paint
erodes the sacristy. is dark
impenetrable yet?

more than anything I want
the inner and the outer
matching. sentence . . .

"can you hear me
now? the hour? at what depth?"
single mind yields
(of) one mind,
yet
what
dubious
young channel
does the dark
reveal?

isolation's not an insulation,
innocence reflected in and by
formed letters joined
as barely soft.

one lingers where one lingers
all along the edifice
agreed upon as sacred
as a blessing falls
from undisclosed
location
thought
to be
a height.