18 august          6:15/7:15          martha's vineyard

it's a kind of truing
where the haze takes over

there is only so much time
before we begin
to repeat
only so much cricket
barely                     including you
you just don't know it.

expectations / invocations &
desire to leave the west (rest?)
at an elementary school
the floor creaks & we
cannot get along the air
sticks to our skins which were
papery & now are collapsed
with the leafy inertia
          of alarm clocks sometimes
          called dream machines & sometimes
          swivel chairs if i could sometimes
          be frank i'd line myself up in rows sometimes
          & in rows i'd sometimes
          falter, sometimes
          tunefully & sometimes
          disgracefully but regardless of my sometimes
          misaligned balding tires i'd sometimes
          say goodbye sweetly, sometimes
          not.