late afternoon operas
A waveguide conducts
signals
rebounding from the Dish.
Sunset
over Brooklyn
rooftops.
Sound texture:
highrise construction,
aerial engines,
playground play,
traffic
white noise.
Nothing
speaks to me
having
an idea.
The higher
one is the longer
one notes
“highlights.”
Old one eye glaring
through leaves
as shade cadences
brownstones
I would
almost have said
sadly
off key
for daytime TV
objet perdue
you tow me
I’m drawn
to you;
hooked up,
we’ve traveled far
sweet con, now I
co-depend--
what chance
on my own?
in against
my own interests
over invested
in time shares,
dolphin
in a glass box;
I miss the water
dry docked
at least
prow pointing east
and the banks the banks
all hours telling
ebb and flow
in the Western the horse
goes on
without the rider
here, a desert mirage--
bon voyage
I’m gone.
Think
full sail
entanglement
you can shake out
the knots
sometimes
not
escaping artists’
self-imposed
conflicts
proving me
wrong factually
easy
without doubt
I’d say
the hanging
vines real you
not
but I was
referring
to the extension
cord, unraveled
as usual
doubt
a plastic
watering “can,”
plastic flowers
transmutable
given choice
Lunchables,
Spaghetti 0s;
romantic
Dinner for Two
coupon.
Personae
dramatis
Cupid dimmer
“sigh” or “signs”
of a water shortage
canned laugh.
Cute name
for a switch
P. Elastikos as
Belle Rose
Sweet nothing
“Pirates”
in the parking lot
full dress
yellow moon,
black night;
“surly” faces
glare.
Must be something
more serious
to be about.
Funnel cakes,
tasty
black holes;
as far as
a general global
warming--
nocturnal
sunspots
garble
verbal.
Asphalt,
sugar.
love ‘em
leave ‘em
the relationship between
a car
and squirrel
is non-sexual?
you were asking
about blowflies
and Mustang
fastbacks back
in the “day” meaning
late 60s
road kill just
a consequence
of our “way of life”
then and now
we didn’t mean to
strew the path with
corpses
of our lovers’
love
Poetry, by Tom Lavazzi