Archive of the Now

two breathe clouds across the sky to one another
being scarred by birds they stand on wavy air
push on neighbouring particles to make tunes I
permanently bound into the stuff of naked walls
slaked lime paste and coarse marble on canapés
between points of compression the china bones
as see through this longitudinal nicety gasps up
tempo as do I I do resounds

corn or finding spaces

to insert a body a core as if

in sand  cupped corn crushed

sinking body  singing cornflower

at the end of summer   corn  o tone

We could watch together those ever-afters
waiting for a platform. The go-ahead
and they're polite about it.

Sandstone dust, or not now the long settled past --
construction grit in a suspension of air.

     "speaking     
     
     or
opening your mouth
in the rain

eternity
pours through you

     your eyes
the sky to sing
of death