Two Newer Poems

And we look up

These birdsong-chattering stolen occupations

This worldsong hysteria kissed

These frequent observations’ muted shade

of dollars and blues-tinged reassurances

as a typewriter goes fluttering and comes

burgeoning with dyslexic fruit and dropped ink

Speech grows beer and stuttered belches

turning around the tables stifled, and where take you

Under eons of traveling, aloof on the road it brings me out of my          nostrils home

Stretching in the ancient way it turns to show us

we are made of salt and grain and bitter ruin

Salt and grey where the sea washes over it

and we look up changed

Dark confinements you are waiting for to break

Sysiphus 526B4

Time is more precious wished away, sped truculent.

Distraction is more bliss than ergo sum awry,

When wished upon distracted limbs, without ameliorated scalpel,

Taught in class when never wishing stomach sparkled.

For without revenge there is a bed with covers unfurled.

And when morning bleeds the air red with the lovers,

The sum without scratching is another’s – ’out avail.

But no task more like a shattered hull.