NEAR BOUNDARY PEAK
Called to take up against the mission of Noah
Again, the blackbird doesn’t do much, stay long
But gets out
We’re most perishable in arched, delicate passes
Pointillist peaks splintered by casinos and muscat
His skin, shot-through silk
In a mushpit of blinded windows, cut sun
We want what Hölderlin first expressed
Annexed to an attempt, some alliance with visible
Death to defame the invisible one
I can’t say what I’m doing with all this will
Waves hover and balloon, heat tunnels road
A sense of vigor then confusion to the mustard plants
It’s easy to be the daughter of a terrible man
Leaving the velour air our breath weaves through
His plea—stash a smoke in that hospital drawer
A baby owl’s fettered wingspan in headlights' and hand’s grasp
Sails the windshield’s breadth
We mentioned roadside bulls near Palmetto
Where silence portends
That hotel’s fraught-open doors and tossed rooms
But against the storm gray trees are naïve
Barely visiting landscape
A ripe place for habit coming into or going out of focus
Posted 06/26/12