A succession of thin red curtains
and we pass
from American
Spanish to English to French
as if we have too few faces to assume.
and we pass
from American
Spanish to English to French
as if we have too few faces to assume.
I leaf through bi-lingual restaurant reviews
five pages of hipster bistros
in Dublin alone!
Serving:
long-necked barnacles
chayote horchatas
macha shakes
"like a glass of water for your skin."
Is this what it takes
to help us forget
there is no time?
That all of history lingers
like this sunset
and nothing is at stake
beyond this moment
crackling high above the clouds
like a suspended chord
as rich as chocolate lava
you don't care how the choir
will resolve
for the end in sight is not
where you are heading.
five pages of hipster bistros
in Dublin alone!
Serving:
long-necked barnacles
chayote horchatas
macha shakes
"like a glass of water for your skin."
Is this what it takes
to help us forget
there is no time?
That all of history lingers
like this sunset
and nothing is at stake
beyond this moment
crackling high above the clouds
like a suspended chord
as rich as chocolate lava
you don't care how the choir
will resolve
for the end in sight is not
where you are heading.
The orange cannot tell you of the night
you have to break it open,
not pick your dreams from menus
as if they live above you
unassailable
as Patagonia
served on a platter of snails
by prostitutes of commerce
in eccentric orbits
tossed by brutal gales,
to redeem you like a model steals the beauty
of every wanna-be at Macy's perfume counter.
From the dissonance of distance
you have to break it open,
not pick your dreams from menus
as if they live above you
unassailable
as Patagonia
served on a platter of snails
by prostitutes of commerce
in eccentric orbits
tossed by brutal gales,
to redeem you like a model steals the beauty
of every wanna-be at Macy's perfume counter.
From the dissonance of distance
comes your consciousness
to feel what's not expressed
but shared in interstitial
flatterings from nothing's tail.
to feel what's not expressed
but shared in interstitial
flatterings from nothing's tail.
The landscape of the Yukon
almost simplifies to meaning
but the hills of mottled green
recall too much a something
never known,
too bright against the eye,
the mind is darkened,
sees only God.
almost simplifies to meaning
but the hills of mottled green
recall too much a something
never known,
too bright against the eye,
the mind is darkened,
sees only God.
