I am collecting poetry for a chap book that I plan on printing soon. I am amassing all the little scribbles, napkins, indecipherable passages and re working it. What follows are four chunks that stand relatively on their own. I am finding a lot more musings than I expected. So as follows... a short preview of what may or may not make it to the chap book.
Ambiguity
has me looking up.
under my own shoes
in boxes I already know the contents of
searching for what?
I can’t remember now.
hoping to recognize when I find it.
Ambiguity hiding as a golden whiskey,
till the glass is empty.
Your words drip ambiguity.
they came out of the SAY NOTHING bible.
the give her no hope version.
Ambiguity has settled where it feels like my veins.
a maze of blood highways
taking me now where?
Ask me those questions I hate to answer.
loose plans, unsent letters.
excuse me for being vague.
Anxiety
floats over me
a net dropped on my head.
If it was tangible
I would gnaw out
but only end up
gnashing my teeth
on nothing.
anxiety
the color of another darkening sky.
Anxiety
Rashida
She pulled the hat way down.
half mumbling.
But it was the feeling
I could overhear
and my mind filled in the blanks.
Wind whipped and laughing.
Inhalation with a pulse.
forgotten not too long after.
I learned in these spaces
the rhythmic flow of our banter-
brought meaning to
the white moths and swirling clouds
that inhabit my dreams.
An understanding forged in a friendship.
And I believe it when you tell me
You will see me next rotation.
A thousand cast bits.
Recycled history
in the pellets of silver that harden and cool
as soon as they hit the water.
Lost in the burning top of a broom
Also I need your copper electrical wire, any size, any condition.
I have a series of projects in mind.
