5/31/15: Composite

last fall’s leaves—

the steam of death seeping

into a sky

5/30/15: Are You?

some questions

are like a housefly

in a warehouse

while sleeping,

he imagined sleeping in a sack

in a sack

resignation

and the assent of a flag

to a breeze

riding elevators,

leashed, bored by sharing

every room

upright, the posture

of someone on the absolute

brink of falling

a heart boxed—

the muffled taps listless

desire for escape