The criminal is young and imaginary

Monday, January 10, 2011

Look at the grapefruit falling
apart he has none of his own
money and may never have been
in love the grapefruit rounding
the corner halved and unadorned
losing the train. Homebody.

We can habituate. Our fingers do
rearrange their skin to make
new peaks and divots.  Though we feel
only cancellation
the hairnet closing nothing in
the dead retract and grow. And morning
persuading lawns and stairs
that feet move perfectly
across a surface says
dear god unless you are not
an astronaut there will be
a sun to oppose the present sun
to end the clean falling off
from heat at end of day
leaves in their place but lost
to wind and what boy
holding a spoon and finding it
beautiful should have to choose
between a cosmic thing and the way
his arm feels heavy and right.

Saturday, January 1, 2011