accidents are very necessary
especially when
one is not given a true fate
I think of them as my own
...
a craze of lines
invisible except
under pressure
a hand fugitive
...
a procession of women
wrapped against the backs of their men
on the backs of motorcycles
...
I am waiting
for the next discontinuity
in your smile
...
a blind man waking the scorpion with
a bent twig. black pendulous upstanding
sting found in the dark. a sharp still bright pain
lighting the spinning hole. brave man. blind man
...
after the dying fall
of the crossing sounds
of the bells timbres
there is more death
...
hiding, crow fashion
and remembering only
the act of hiding
...
a withdrawn thickened slug
trod upon by too many feet
to ever want to extend its
horns and resume the search
...
among the many who believed
their luck would change
was a boy who did not understand
that others too
...
bright, yellow bodied
can sting even while dying
hard to kill
but you have to kill
...