04 July 2018


What he read were books
About words:
To wear one's rue with a difference;
A predilection to talk alone
In the once-silence,
To reflect upon no object --
And keep possession of one's eyes
For fear of another's
Will smoke tomorrow morning's now:
Careless of the hour
Inhaling so deeply
In a valedictory misapprehension.  


18 June 2018



She'd left small notes about the rooms
That have become each an estate
With wards and enclosures parted only
By the inching sun's tide
As portioned by a lonesome cat;
Memoranda with regard
To the absence of necessity,
Be mindful, writ so small
It recalls itself.
Her signs do tend to be read
As an echo instead of a voice.