I didn’t mind
being alone it’s what
I dreamt last night
that bothered me how
we had found a way
to reach the past
and it was a wooden ship
I mean gigantic with
escalators and we entered
the room and they saw us
and the ship lurched forward
through the chamber
and we were running
could feel the whole
of our bodies strike down
in each step knowing
we’d get away because
that thing was an iceberg
and we were hollow-
boned birds about
to take flight
There’s a spot on my glasses it’s
my father mind-boggling both of us
how
the fish got away every
time or when
the memories are none too good
curse
myself for that non-remembering or
is it the way to swim around
glassy blur
comforting or in this case
only way space
heterogeneous collapsing of things
rows of
too few dominoes stop-stopping
I’m when you said pray for the children
You’re
when the campfire collected us
together
the complete set
We got closer to what was the moon.
Sulfured apricot on the horizon line.
Our train behind two freight trains and late again.
All the silos in the night and the lakes around them.
Their silver doubles in the water.
What I wanted was the conductor.
His framing beard. A man in uniform porn.
For the bathroom door to rattle with our bodies fucking.
None of the passengers knowing.
All of their shoes asleep and cream-colored.
All of the bridges in the dark connecting what?
Glistening strings of Christmas lights in the water.
Mock fish or the flashing comets of the unfinished sun.
Stung raw & open, stung closed.
An understanding that alignment is short-lived,
happens maybe less now.
Is a dandelion trying to poke through a parking lot.
Interruption, Fear lets us take you into our arms for quick fucks.
My heart could be a liquid everything,
superfluous.
Rivers and rivers through unconventional intelligence.
When I say core I mean heart:
The core of this poem is acetone-based,
best left for a man with gloves.
This man isn't you.
When I say man I mean core.
When I say man I mean that thing undone in the veins of your body.