Time Smokes
Laughter
It rains like the news, and snows like an
advertisement.
The sound of ripples and smoke...
Things gossip more than people.
Caught up in life,
we must seize opportunities, grab what we want,
and get a job… get a something…
we must look through the cracks of the 'now.‘
Even if we can't keep our promise,
we must keep the 'flow.‘
The present is an exclamation point.
Painting paints on nouns.
Once we start living, we want to keep living.
It's a drug, more than a drug.
Time smokes laughter.
Things gossip more than people.
we must seize opportunities, grab what we want,
and get a job… get a something…
we must keep the 'flow.‘
Painting paints on nouns.
It's a drug, more than a drug.
the sky’s shell, watching, and even the clouds begin to stir.
no house,
no entrance,
“now” is a boundary.
answer “yes, yes” as they resist,
scratching the back of the present.
what gleams
pebble-time lamps
the pupils of time
From here, I look out to the very beginning
crosses the curved clock of valley waters,
heading somewhere beyond.
crumpled thoughts search for an iron to smooth their creases.
I try a crooked, awkward smile.
to speak kindly,
I follow after good thoughts.
I peer into old memories,
and sorrow gazes back at me.
today steps outside, selling sandwiches of time.
a woman leaves behind her perfume like a trap.
With her lips, she scatters the words, “Heaven of lies.”
People like mosaics gather—triangles, squares—
the city paints a rounded landscape like a face.
a briefly exposed obscenity.
