Noun that I've been watching (98)

sleep.

one lifts over the threshold
a deserving mirror,
lightly places it upon
the bed.

good company need not be touched.
good company aspires to hope.
good company is not erotic.

the camera is another posse
felt, enjoyed, retained.
chimera, also. plaintext.

vamonos.

an influenza epidemic will not touch us.
(repeat after me)

the solstice will have come and gone
before you nuzzle up against
the solemn wavelength
of a rugged star.

only miniature flowers qualify
for a pure bouquet
that some of us have pictured
incessantly for the durations
of others' lives.

this is where we find ourselves,
endowed with adjectives,
and loyal to the nouns.

Noun that I've been watching (97)

letter.

form figures punctuation lavish patterned on the page.

grace from one
hand to another
handful of awaiting
prose imposing poem
on poem light.

some of the original prose
depletes itself
on account of
wit and witness.

what shine defaces poverty
offers triple-doses
of contrarian amendments.

being on key resembles
what is re-assembled
in a fog. more mercy
has been blurred within
the garden of dreamed light
festering where heaven
was to have been staged.

building tete-a-tete
indifference now
bracketed by soft truth
barely able to sustain
the givens and the wants
and trains that sort
the divan-prone
from from figured bass.

corrected to fit to-the-letter
saints of grammar
in the garden
of our haste.

one bonds with how it ought to be.
enough again
a golden monument
to taste,
post-haste.

Noun that I've been watching (96)

radio.

91.5 fits through the pores of the two-pound
instrument jostling its referendum
on planned artistry.
Saxophone is meant to be
delivered, whether by skill not schooling,
just as it is:
purely intended as an assortment
of moments we call present tense
by choice not laissez-faire
of pure reality.

midnight provides the intersection
of space-time in this tiny room
where influx of rhythm trebles
the bass and light can be
relieved of its repose
to gentle or to rouse one
to befriend again the city
allegedly out there
equaling hypothesized
protection from the inside.

Noun that I've been watching (95)

fragment.

mid-sentence, she felt
herself adored until
the approaching final
word.

he remains to her
a temple of refractive
symmetry, a hypothetical
attraction of protagonistic
antonyms.

it's midnight, no one
ought to be awake,
with dream life to invent
as yet unthought
cure for excess quiet.

Noun that I've been watching (94)

blog.

you whisper from another state,
and I am hearing
piano from the radio
playing jazz in the next room.

the heaven I suppose
is laced with perfume
both tangible and auditory,
magic whose exercise
equals metallic singe
from distance quite believable.

no matter what you say,
I hear your AM signal
transfer through
shared midnight.

Noun that I've been watching (93)

stage.

smooth finish.
process meets
encore.

the wood itself
breathes, I tell myself.
the polish and the scratch(es)
mingle to yield

perfection like mother
used to make.
honestly, if there are windows,
they are stained
glass. ornament.
one does not see
through.

"if I had an obstacle" (replace
the word at will)
I'd spray dis-
infectent there.
I'd hesitate to share.

I would e-
radicate the focus
on that mythy
little fortress.

now, going on Monday,
I am a citizen again.
I move in-
to routine. the route
downtown is in my skull,

one the one side,
where the other brain
resides.