30 april

pulling up the dark
and i'm sure i've written
that line before
unwinding pure and simple
the wrinkles in the hourglass
the swiftly tilting landscape
the rake that makes the undertow
the garden grow and all the kings
men while all the eggs
ache for breakfast to come
at last to champion
the middle class
to stop the film from trending
romantic to light
the candle that rhymes in time
with all the verses set on rewind
while the audience pages to next

29 april

and yet
somehow
the most vivid sensation
is imagined
a sandwich of dreams
and marinara
the crusty bread
the sense that all is relative
to this
fantastic moment
dreamed
apart from truth
wished instead of lived
the hope of something better
of satisfaction
filling blanks

28 april

first the chase
that races and
the space that cases
some other
out of joint
with the point
being missed
and the secrets
being wished
away
like calendar dismissals
and summery reversals
rehearsed
behind any jury
and worried off courtside
with a runandhide disregard
that won't bring much to mind

27 april

and in between
there are the blanks
we bank on and
also we withdraw
the interest and
soon we're left
a loan

26 april

and to bend in that direction
is to mistake breaks for turns
to earn dimes that cash out
in tenpenny doubts
silver on the dollar
thick underwild

25 april

but
i'm not
interested
i said
again

and
there was
no answer
still

24 april

and if i turn off
what light will be left on
will the air go out
or just the sun
will i melt delicate
slip away
entire vacuums spun
to spaghetti tunnels
into space

23 april

turn in away around
the prepositions give no relief
release escape to make the most of
to toast the town of
to finish the pipes and steal the nights
from cricket arms and bird hands
to land on a shelf higher than self
farther from doubt
where the troutstream gleams
rainbow forgiveness but
it's still too dark to see

22 april

would keep driving
there is nowhere else to go
nowhy else to be
nowhen else to fit
let go of traffic sense
dimensional analysis
the paralysis of cognizance
know less let days unravel
loosen the hold
there is no reason not to go
down the road up the way
away away and gone

21 april

feeling the crush
turn away
kitchen floor remedy for metaphor
only this and less
guess disappointment no more
back against the dishwasher
waiting to come clean
relieved of all the else
heavy doubt and heart
whirring tick tock waterflow
there is a rhythm we can only feel
set aside the outside
curl to close to calm
shut out all the other
turn in to turn away
lock the lids and silverware
wash and wish away
close eyes close days close doors

20 april

heave then off with
the show and gone with
the flow
under the bridge
cats in the cradle rock
flies on the cable talk
backward in the cabin crew
under the pickled moon
wrap all the tickets up
charge twice for two

19 april

told me so
although i had
some other mind
to be in
to sink swim
and float
remote chances
with dance fizz
and dream sweat
to get ahead on
and sing songs
with no verses
for worse
just got a chorus
repeating again

18 april

realizing somewhen ago
nobody holds any cards
the idea of chance
the hope of hope
the pieces made of nothing
come together
the only maybe
the only yes is already
there is no other go

17 april

practice addition
slipping into piles
never more than less
never deeper than dark
cold through the window
through the curtain
no credit to take
no cost to borrow
pay back more than owed
no collector coming
no record breaking through
miss the list and fall

16 april

mostly subtraction and division
the cooler pillow sides
flipping restlessly
slicing thin angles of night

15 april

the night comes up much sooner
not on anybody's list
angles snapping shut
watch the curtain trade with wind
eyerolling emptiness
dramatics broken down
turn some key some metaphor
solve another day

14 april

i don't have room for that either
all the hot heavy air
pressing down
the reasons not to rise
the sadness that flows
dark in the sunlight
wonder in reflection:
how it all dissolves
how nothing is solved at any time
no steps to next
no path to follow
hollow heartbeats unmatched
catching breath and throwing it back

13 april

cannot bow down low enough excuse deeply enough turn far enough away close up enough to pass as if fading into nothing were so easy as if shoulders could unknit as if foreheads could unfurl teeth ungrit back uncurl

there is no chance and yet i keep asking knowing the answer the chance for hope melts its own self breaks its own health fast enough to regret and slow enough to wonder

12 april

still there is the drive to talk to go to fly the run to nowhere in some circle to sorry end that no one can see and when we get the whole way it's a hole made of daylight and darkness and emptying out while the doubts follow fast close behind

11 april

tired of firing the clock
the lock runs out
doubt for the tillerman
tea for the rest
green fresh pressed
unwashed parachutes
eagle over easy
take time to turn left
right on the rise