greyhound spine
transported old soul coal
for a triple rhyme score in Scrabble,
up too late again breathing broke down
...
when I was a boy
it took two pieces of wood
and a leftover nail
to fly an airplane
...
traded eyes
last night
for the puzzle's heart
the one that staggers stolen behind the sun
...
some were built like ships,
resilient marvels of buoyancy, tough as solitude
with bellies scraped along a converse globe,
an olive fog followed by a pair of eyes,
...
When the wild-beating heart wakes me
and I gasp for air in the middle of the night
having visited a dead friend, I lie there
sometimes for twenty or thirty minutes feeling
...
let the dog sing away
his bark
and the planet
of voice
...
it is morning
and there are stars,
I lay on my back
inventing my future
...
here
behind a loaded mouth
I'm waiting
in a cave
...