Monday, January 30, 2012


(after Reverdy)

To pull up
at the lights,
yield my shadow
to the sun,
lean back on the wave
and take the lip
for a pillow...
Or to pull up and hesitate,
amber lights
filling my eyes
till my head’s a
haunted house,
till the wheel like water
escapes through my fingers...
And I continue, wavering
till the dawn beyond the final night,
traffic piled up in the rearview
mirror like a whitewash of words,
none of which can tell me the right way.

(published in Everyday Static, 2010)