FOUR

Vine Street

Streetlights

What light left

—Is through—

Of or in. The windows
Full of sound

Slipped kisses—the, its

Noon

What of
The green. Limning

The. The

By. Across. Glassed
Is what

Was there
Flowers. The

Was found
Of. Of

Would condemn
Who. Over places

Was
Had, was

Streetlight

Bottle
______ a.m.
Bottle

Simmer. When
Turning

Kissed itself
From

Who. Other
Lost. Who

This. Make something
Mere. This

The wonder

Pressure
Of—

Poem

These
Paling gates

Of nothing

Gristle
Of

Words

Which writing there
Or else us

Begins—
Green horizon

THIRTEEN

i.

The road ahead
Is a small sidewalk,

Is oneself, really,
Elevated, a window onto to be

Where outside
Is a poorly forged copy

Scored with cracks,
Overly plain.

ii.

Please hold this close,
Please

iii.

The same road
At noon

Is a place elegant
As an obsidian jar

iv.

On the road,
Jumped by someone,

Groggy after
Being glassed

v.

To one side
Of the sidewalk

Minutes to go,
Trying to figure

Wallpaper, lights
Along the roadway

vi.

It ends, the elegant label,
As we order the final bottle,

The wine glass the shape
Of a go–go dancer

vii.

Set the boundary
In glass,

Pressuring the sun
Out along the horizon