Collected, May 10
The architecture, surety of intimidation,
comes hitting precisely the parts
of piano we know — between enemy and friend,
new tones must be restored to their conceptual order.
How did I get here, or did you get introduced to a we?
There are no such questions but we ask them —
working by some enchantment, slapped in zen,
dunce gargoyles pose as if to question, and question.
Remember, intimidation is just a question of whether
something in you can be killed — I do not want to watch that —
I break apart when we introduce a surety, which pushes
me into the pool without presenting a bathing suit.
This is fun to write:
an introduction to a decade
of days into May; consider your breath
and you’ve given words their form.
The challenge, then, is to quit breathing and form
belies its insidiousness.
Them is an irony, when it should be we. As in:
we have lived in a century of clouds.
It would be better if we did not understand this;
rationally, rationality is faking it.
I moan, making up what’s true
is true: desire has invented my mind.