Landlocked Lines
There were people behind closed doors People on the other side
A specter haunting now hidden now fled
Under the firmament above the firmament and so on
Plastic cup, plastic tooth, nipple, phone, call me
I was filming a movie but my brother took my camera and broke it
Then he fell upon his face and laughed into the snow
Zebra and xylophone cyclone and sorrow
Before they lay down, the men of the city circled the park
Circled the park circled the park the park the park
Stood before the door holding the wrapped infant and
I was writing a poem in the alley, a woman came, hovered near, asked for my pen, I gave it up
Consumed in inequity, consumed: give me a child or I will die, she cried
Shrugs away our hands, our mother in the bath in the garden
The music is not great because she said because of the sadness she said
Primate and psyche umbrage and rag
It can refer only to itself or to the objects which surround it: lamp, table,
It would be absurd to imagine the absent person in the margins of the book
Red couch, red wall behind
The birds are inside the trees now the first one and the second one
Giraffe and guest and honor and hunt
Then she gave up her spirit but couldn’t get out
