Plainwater

When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea.

We live by tunneling for we are people buried alive.

Are you going to let your face distorted by warring desires pour down on us all through the meal or tidy yourself so we can at least enjoy our dessert?

They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around.

Night was when her hands grew, huger and huger until in the photograph they are like two parts of someone else loaded onto her knees.

What if every time he said cities, he meant delusion, for example?

I’m not angry I am a liar only now I begin to understand what my dishonesty is what abhorrence is the closer I get there is no hope for a person of my sort I can’t give you facts I can’t distill my history into this or that home truth and go plunging ahead composing miniature versions of the cosmos to fill the slots in your question and answer period it’s not that I don’t pity you it’s not that I don’t understand your human face is smiling at me for some reason it’s not that I don’t know there is an act of interpretation demanded now by which we could all move to the limits of the logic inherent in this activity and peer over the edge but everytime I start in everytime I everytime you see I would have to tell the whole story all over again or else lie so I lie I just lie who are they who are the storytellers who can put an end to stories

Sun is the only pulse than runs by itself.

Youth is a dream where I go every night

At the border crossing all I could hear was your pulse

and the wind combing along my earbone

like antimatter.