poor post-it notes IV

unattended bodies
feel the crawl of each imagined tick

arms outstretched in ready embrace

the minute horror of the lawn
backyard--the unenviable loss of
time--

the growing up of space--forgetfulness
--the slowing of pace--

dying.

poor post-it notes III

the old wood that rots in the garage

what are our priorities? leaning into t
the unknown

I borrow a hat     it catches on my thinning
hair

attention span--lifeline--unphoned
ear--youthful mind

I leave what I've brought in honor of
the trash can

poor post-it notes II

stretch like the pale ghost before me

darken my sad child's brown eyes

narrow in thinning periscopic lament
your great unknowable self

become once again the implausible dream

poor post-it notes I

outline the sun
with red cliffs
sand in my lungs
great gobs of dust
float across the gravel road
--america--you forget me
abstain me--I am lost for words
for you--you endless gray cloud
you endless gray arrow
of the heart you endless idea
west

V
From the setting stones

three fingers of the sprouted stem

soon the bloom
                          from the ground
SKULLS
                smiling form--

the teeth are bars
                            descending

weep        weep       little ones

for the cool gray sky
                                  blissful ones

men blow kisses kiss stems

women were once little things

to make wishes on--

IV
into the blistered nowhere

film is sequential image
propelled through time

stressed to tear under its own momentum

blotted with the sad story of life

eyes pass it
lingering like the blink
of a train

into the lessening miles
everything drifts behind

into the past
tightly wound

played back and loop
these are memories
distilled lies

it was as tho the first understanding
could come again

III
A little figure of indignant loveliness

scowl of the watch
          beaming back at black faces
checking the pace
                             the make of the soul

green fairy tales
                         laughing children grow

--ants crawl
                    & chew the meaning

an ant hill is a mark of suffering

--when all the arrogant cities
of the arrogant world have
fleshy basements full of the

great horde

                    the great insectoid civilization

--building
                 foundation

the march of generation
                                        after
                     generation

II
The Space Between the File

space between files
                                growing mildew
grown rough
                      inchoate constructs
--down in the gallery
along the canyon walls
all ago
            structures carved out

man struggles dies sweats
makes things that never last

always with failure & loss

            graves bleed into the past
--names cease to be were never

never matter

anyway

The Post-it Note Prophecies

I 
the Slow Death

the first will ever BE
                   
                        ever be LOST

       the floor is the purple room
       
             schematics of the MACHINE

pistons pump the lung
                                    of the ever-shrinking
EARTH

look deeply
                   into the glimmering
                                                    pool

THERE
              to read the name

the name sinking backward from entropy

the very first thought
                                   remember at the
FINAL moment

frozen at beginningless TIME