First shown at Wolf Open Screen in Berlin, September 2022.
Light
December 06, 2020
Step outside at the right time
And you may catch the stray corners of light
Appear on the scene like groggy stagehands
Replacing props haphazardly
Illuminating nothing equally
Moving the sun and the clouds
At the same time—
Nobody asked for this thankless job
Powerless to the director’s whining
Rarely giving our star the spotlight
Yet even on the most hopeless days
Summoning one final golden hour
When every little thing receives
Its proper share of eternity
Before clocking out
Perhaps eager for a beer
On the other side of the world
For Hong Kong
June 13, 2020
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because you are caged
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because you are free
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because the rain falls
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because the sun shines
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because it hurts too much
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because it feels so good
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because there’s no time to write
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because there’s too much to say
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because your world is burning
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because your leaders are blind
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because your job could be taken
It would be embarrassing
Not to write poetry
Because your life is at stake
It would be embarrassing
To be alive
And not write poetry
Truth Tables
June 13, 2020
Voices echo from the hilltops
Flat and bare as truth tables
Carved long ago into disjoint
Down to water condemned by the labs
South of the mountain
North of the bend
West of the creek
East of the sea
My invasion skirts around construction
Hard hats stabilize the cut
In the layers of rock
I search for the dust of Diodorus
Each slab supports a syllogism
In the argument that proves the sky
Look how high we are
Have you seen inside the eyes of God
All we ever were and all we’ll ever be
Will be buried in endless truth tables
Whose plastic outlasts teeth
One narrow slice of argument
To suit any old conclusion
Art
February 09, 2020
Sometimes when you pass that statue in front of the park, your phone rings, and the number's unlisted, and you pick it up and hear a deep brass voice rumble "What's up man?" and if you say "Ok, how about you?" it will say "Kicking it, man. But I've been thinking about you for a while. Thought you might need a call." And it knows your name and what you're struggling with and absolutely makes things happen for people. Changes lives. Absolutely our God these days. Pillar of the community. Calls himself Art.
Subway
January 04, 2020
Amid gray time we retrieve license
From a tattered plastic bag
That lay between tired shoes
Where a million feet once rested
Crawling beneath the light
To erupt into daytime
We are high as the sun
Cutting shadows out of cardboard
As a song carves thirsty air
Passing names and numbers
Drawn down an iron rope line
Ever closer to the center of the world
Coloring Dust
December 16, 2019
Smearing her makeup on the ground
She colors the gray dust
Thanks to nothing goes the thought
Brushing against her cheek
Lighter than a loose hair
The rusted grease trail ends here
Dirt under her nails
A gutter caked with rouge
Finally kissing a cigarette
Both evenly burned
A match made for the grave
Fog Notes IV
September 26, 2019
I've found the lost set of Chinese drillbits
That were misplaced in last year's big move
I'm sort of proud of finding them
Since I was in the garage for mixed nuts
But it was good to appraise these bits
They are, without a doubt, made of Chinesium
The missing metal in Mendeleyev's big table
The beating heart of the cracked up Chinese dream
Waves
August 07, 2019
The waves tell the shore
Let me try again
And the shore waits
Listening to the loving sounds
Traced on her open palm
In papillary lines
The sound of one wing
Beating on a misty wind
The whisper of a steady hand
Smoothing skirts of golden sand
Waves bear gifts to the shore
Who picks them up and says no more
Waves boil and rage in war
Stern beaches echo back their roar
I'll try again, sigh sun-bright sheets
Melting away beneath our feet