Suspension bridge

Floating whole forest | coconuts, pines, gardenias and all

The darkness of imagined interiors | ants of thoughts | crawling over the brain | a new colony | a new confusing love

In a doorway | leaning, and waiting | she | bucks gently against what he makes of her | annex and alteration | masons with chisels and measures | a whole forest | on a crowded train | they are | no longer sure | of their destination

Built fire

Built mountain

Chains of ghosts on upland paths | a wedding party | porters with crates | bearing gifts | the wide south | opening into suffusion | too much to take in | and the soft, mild cries | of those left out | abandoned | by the side of the track

Floating whole star | with addenda of light | stopgap hearts | beating | tentatively lit | by a fizzle of afterthoughts | fireworks after the ceremony | ashes, after the certainties

Progressing by | standing still | Mistaking ghosts | for ourselves, and the ghosts | mistaking us for living

Built storm

Built caress

The long stone | draped out | pleasure cruisers | throbbing on the indolent | lengths of the Tiber | party-goers | with horns and costume | synth-pop and fauns | putti | with glimmering wings | blowing bubbles | with toot and parp and blah | folded in an echo | they quarrel and | make up | drowsy from a balcony | look down on the river | carve their kisses very slowly | very carefully | yet | have no home, no port, no | vessel for | this night | floating entire city | slipped into a darkened | emptiness | folded | into a stranger’s heart | their only mark | to pass and purely to remain | a stranger

Monkeys | Confounding ants | glitter with new gardens

intellectual | with parsed passions

Monkeys | and the skulls | of monkeys | and ants | starting out | a road from Rome

Monkeys…

Coconuts, pines, gardenias and all

 


from the series hypergrammar (open-ended, 2012–present)
(this poem, September 2014)

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