wolf hour

nightclubbers slinking home
along empty streets


 

muddied directions

I lurch into the frog-spawn
of a blind man's ditch


 

the gull's afterimage
swallowed
hook line and sinker


 

fogged in

do I see a city
or my origins?


 

behold it

desiccated limbs
in full bloom


 


down hearted blues
her malady hounds her
down to her grave


 


 


 

here and now
my argument with myself ends
in threaded raindrops


 

in drone vision
this little bit of child
a glimpse of conquest


 

an unnamed plant's
unmitigated reality
blinds my blind spot


 

my forgetfulness—
I watch it meandering
over my to-do list


 

a mirror bridge
suspended in disbelief
between our eyes


 

our night terror
a plasticine crow
peddling footprints


 

today's tomorrow
is becoming a transparent
doppelgänger