milky way

a stony path into the blue room. “Weep and wail” to quote St. James 


merely a corner of the world with no red chairs


bending slightly in the right knee to give a shape to the heat


forgot to lose my head among the thistles and windless Fridays


one ear for Josquin’s In Te Domine Speravi and one for housing the rain


in its corner the shadow hardly registers on the introspectrometer


if by touch you moved the North to the South and tipped over a cricket