poems

i wish i could jump the distancebetween my apartment and yoursthen i could kiss youon your forehead i wish i knew the roadsthat became yoursbefore you were herethen i could countthe garbage canson your street i wish i could stop your talkingbefore you shocked mewith your wordsthen i could have youagainst all yourmis-comings but, alas,lesser

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troubled in a backstate alley, i am bemusedby all the chalk names i see, though they are rarethrough the brave flowers growing out of bricks and cement i see a name, it reminds me ofa friend of my mother—she used to have lots of friendsnow i worry that, when she sits in front of the

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i feel unlike the last 3 months, todayenergetic. comets and newspapersi start to remember my youthhow it used to go bywithout ever acknowledging the truth torment me on the sidewalk, heat-seekerfor i have seen your beautyand gracefully rejected it and,i will stick my hands into the waterfor the very last timethe final radiance of the

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