Evening, Thai Palace, Las Vegas

            i don’t know what else to say if
    i died i don’t think i’d care i’m
so happy to be here with all of
                       you if i crash

    the car and the car never
    comes back

 

I Dreamt of Snakes When I Slept Near F

An 8th of a
tank of gas, a
day

old loaf of
bread, what
more could anyone
ask

for out of
love

 

Even the Thistle Opens in the Dark

Denying your name

in the city’s
                        last arc the light is
enough
             on its own.
How simple, the wing of ashen feathers.
How foolish, everything,

everything.

 

Song for a Fragile Painting

The secret dock, closed
tonight, a wild-fire, open, part-moon, part-
                                                      -sky.

Nothing
much to see at the coffin

shop today, save
for this crow

In a field of crows

 

On Falling Asleep 
To
An Unknown Agatha Christie Movie

                                                           Adee Yawns:

                                                        Eternity

Shy as a coral reef,

Plastic leaves fall from the great death.
Justine,

from Marquis De Sade’s Justine, writes me a
letter from Paris, which I read on

a white corner
of a white

grave, making a day of it, as
there was no train
out

 

Script Notes for Blue Rain

In the soundless claw

last winter I was driving
my
friends into

smoke and into
smoke Blanca
Blanca
the evening dreams

weeping Blanca

…Blanca

 

Once a week, the PEN Poetry Series publishes work by emerging and established writers from coast to coast. Subscribe to the Poetry Series mailing list and have poems delivered to your e-mail as soon as they are published (no spam, no news, just poems).