sitting wasting time
thereby seize it—
hear actors rehearse
feet sweaty in flannel lining, look up
and there’s the sky again.
I’m glad not to be sick
after drinking too much,
to be without hermeneutics,
whatever those are.
a man walks by rolling a double bass
on a single wheel.
my friend walks by talking on the phone,
red tassels bouncing
at the cuffs of her jeans.
three watermelon lozenges
turn my tongue sugary pink.
I see a beautiful woman,
I see a lot of people.
◊ ◊ ◊
what in the dream has eight
corners? I don’t know!
pinhole camera of my hand, fingers splayed against
the sky swarming, blushing in edges and inlets
“funny the oneiric specters, like I was
supposed to know about things I didn’t . . .”
near the trestle bridge made famous
as regular people out for a walk refused to be our project.