hours past the ending.

the ribbons all inviting
the knives now coming in
to snip to shreds the light here
and fill the darkness in.

cannot keep regretting
but cannot settle in
for moments already passing
the seconds under skin.

and i forgive intensely
all but self that did
this tragedy commencing
this life that will not live.

aspertame

7 miles from meaning
and the last boat is half gone
could catch it by flying
but it's useless to flaunt.

7 seconds of dreaming
still waiting on the sun
for heirlooms and grieving
for things already done.

7 hertz in canals
rowing the way to eden
lazarus is screaming
and the harpies all come.


seven times until morning
seven times until dawn
seven ideas gone drifting
come back around again.

it isn't just this moaning
the moon low and the tide wrong,
it's all your amazing
reasons to go on.

the antecedent

just as it all comes together
it all splits and buckles
plans get washed under
this unknown space
this dictation of a future
scalpel.
suture.
keep in line the formidable rabble
the seconds and minutes
and truth that's been squandered
push on and make due with broken fingers
build this life regardless of the entropy involved
but as to this riddle
the one that can't be solved
just let it unravel
like the rest of what's going on
find yr way
wild one
find yr way home.