My soft antagonist. He is already on parole for waving an unloaded gun at one of our neighbors.
His eyes pace the jury for jade, or savior, or another blurred mistake bird
Milkshake brings all boys to the yard
byrd/Confirmation dancing between white sheets. I made myself
all three/green dress/ white
shadow /Katherine Dunham waltz, knot of all/not at all
to appease him, just because I can
be the alter
And then, and then, and then
We reach the uncanny-valley
we make ourselves at home and we make ourselves away-- our valor, our very victory, it weighs us down with its forgiving heart
It likes the way things sound when they are all torn apart.
The gun becomes a flag and the flag a numb addict
Trembling, charming, anything the critic can lip sync to on the primal, on the fugitivity, on the gate note--- is it a cry -mme/ is it a...
that I still, that I still find
his emptiness heroic, opulent, a good neighborhood, a flag with no bullets through it.
A day with no riddles in it is such eeriness
A riddle with no days in it is just delirious.
And trouble only keeps us safe to tell it
And then, and then, and then
We reach out to it again
