For Everyone Must Run A Race

The curtains know I’m drinking beer
Quit my job
The logic of clouds
Is that they move around?
This is all very interesting
But I can’t say why
I’ll just move along here
Preventing you all
From turning into ghosts
My hair silver now
I run very fast away from here
I am not thinking
Not getting a sense of the infinite
I am drinking sloe gin fizz

I Wish For Your Words

This little thing I do
I explore rooms with my ears
Take out my wallet
Buy sweet nuts in the cold park

You do everything wrong
You’ve been very, very bad
And leave the house to libate yourself

Ice breaks in the dark
A bowl of salted crackers, crushed
Dog on a high chair
Stacey and Luke, slow kissing

Head home, the night black trees
These are the new leaders

The Spring Day

The spring day
is a room we’re in
on the phone with M
I tell her
I’m ashamed of myself
napping at midday
spring rain
voice against voice
she tells me to relax
picture something quiet
deep in the forest
I close my eyes
she is very beautiful
yawning
some days
even the gods
must feel useless

Tomaž

you are pinched between a bright diaper I cough and
there you are little ant on a denim speck I am driving,
falling apart
my hands burned to the wheel
Sorry, you are a genius
you are driving
big lungs in the trees
their hair falls it scrapes the floor
the democratic snow
locking arms you hear it
don’t you crazy
turtle slowly on the run
I’ve tied pink chalk to my string
tied my string to my waist
I walk around like you did
in my bedroom I
gavel pebbles into diamonds
sell the diamonds eat the money
you’re sick and fat and rich
I’ve sucked you through a syringe
and placed you in the video game field
you are not Papa you are Tomaž
listen I am Tymoteusz
I am a typo that is my name
a diamond wrapped in spruce
a million diamonds wrapped in a diaper

The Problem With Clarity

The very thing that happens
Picks fresh flowers
Precious almost
Smoking sweet basil in cork pipes
Lie flat on the cold rocks
And watch the sad shady sky
Leave your soul behind
Yes, it will feel dark
Is it not dark already?
The soft, enchanting sea
Rolls into itself
Like a long bagpipe note
Such a happy thought actually