In a wide room of rain smells
a gardenia bush grows
between the floorboards.
2 AM: he stands, bends,
sticks his thumb between
the bricks in the road.
Open window, empty attic room
empty house big enough to lose
his way, empty city neighborhood,
an occasional shadow black
in the lamplight, and rocks
white the street’s moonlit
cracks.
Here is where my heart beat outside my body. I could not stop ten years of motion, whole days swallowed by speed, hours lost and a mangle of names, Nick's, Munch's, Big…
Don't call me, I don't want to cry no more. The fan's moaning 'cause the screws are loose, and the floor's wet with rain. Why'd you leave me, Baby? The fan's loose,…
first day of ground war, 1990 I'm standing on the outside of an old white house. My eyes look out the circles absent of dust on the windows, and my feet recover…
Away from me you’ll fly, like this title, like my life, into the void, I have seen it happen, watch it happen now as snow sluggish, marches on white city from white…