ALL FOURS
load up
in the sky
before doing a thing
shift gears in the ground
size
hampering
perfectly awkward
dream sets are struck
making back
pages
of a drive
I've got phone
numbers
here to call
but no
answers
to your many unspoken
questions
off to boot
and
repair to bank
a day goes
against
the sound of ice
man
wants
name haunts
woman
waits
old tales
extra
lines
tell how
we
breathe
together a plot
add
size
to the measure
of a
day
turned aside
sky
tree
planes
vantage
proper
number
a fever states
obligations on tight
clamor for
public
opinionated rainforest
conceivable light
half tone half
balance
lights on glass
progression
lanes converge
on
habit of reflex
to jam the
frequency
she walks to
the
arterial manners
have neither a clue
to housing nor motor
sounds in all
courtesy
fast strips
fan the
bastard
as the ant
moves off
screen
similar
seasons
little reason
to
doubt
albeit wholesome
the
name for advice
is silk
in a glass
run
cheers tear into the
carpet
walls lean in
feelings well
up
before noon
water returns
to drop
form the top draw
flashes
from a booth
on all saints' eve
rite cancels domino theory
sound has been
alternately
cars going about the day
substitutions pennants on a line
cavalier impresario
my beats are
pressed
calling a halt
to
splintered diction
two dots flash on
& off between flex &
affect
apart from bodily
changes
what notes bang out
the bottom
are hot
but
coolly handed over
decide to stay
in this realm
claim honor due you
sense data sent to you
plowing air back
under
the trailer picks up
speed
where the feature
left off
laughing
size creates wonderful
problems
space is the prize
coordination wins
by dint of the
hit
cover me over
flip my lid
we came out
so
you did
circles round a clearing
air doubles back
as a scarf
about the traffic
action is the
property
of molecules
morning
sun
my own
clear
division
windows the day
water
beads up
the screen
a graph of voices
would set them
apart
from the turbulent feelings
they engender
thought takes
no time at all
words stick
on the page
in my head
between ears
and throat
for years on end
said again
differently
night after night
the way of life commits
bodies to
memory
stray moves
turn out the
light
clash harp
rope
color
separate scenes coalesce
you'll feel it now
pleasantly
the friends of
sleep
assemble daily
to carve
your
busy schedule
who was
that
voices on the radio
turn
indicator
blinks
around the
horn
early explorers
pick up
tips
get native smarts
salt
chips
beautiful
boats
air down near freezing
job done
walk in new neighborhood
old coat with torn
lining
houses shut up tight
light curtained in
warm bodies bedded
down
in town
eyes
fast
to the street sky
I took a
walk
without a word
stiff
pull
touch local heart
matter
prime
the mind around the
block
voice it out down
there
this my office
ours
to slack off
awake a week
told it was up here
all along
the sky
folds
about to step
off the curb
and when all is
said
something's left
undone
as if the words
were crying
from
force
approaching office
windows
there is no discipline
shapes cut contain the real
a perfect match for
space
focus beyond and
lights move motion
to the fore
in an array that speaks