The gravity of this moment (a poem)

My only complaint so far about these verbless poems is that they’re too heavy. Fortunately, there are still 27 days left in the month… Expectations awry off-target projectiles Suspension bridges with heavy traffic and incomplete cables The weight The distraction The sense of defeat Documents beneath dust off-color off-spec No labels No lists No artifice [...]

Drifting keys (A poem)

Sometimes instruments go out of key… When the key drifts in and out I get confused I don’t know whether I should be worried or annoyed or impressed by the persistence of someone who keeps on going long after the guitar has gone out of tune After all, what is that based on— scales set [...]