cracked

The deeply transparent,
cracked, slowly it fills
with a wholly still black,

this seeping night keeping
what it can sleeping
with what it clearly might

tip-tap

tip-tap
the tippler rain drips
tip-tap
the tippler rain's slick
tip-tap
the rain, tippling, wraps
lit-up
city streets in plastic

Half moon

Half moon, I have half a mind
to mind your have-not
half, not minding what I have
to mind, oh, half moon.

whistle to the unseeing

an unseen train tries,
it tries, the train, it tries,
it tries and tries to
whistle poetry too
to an unseeing night,
but the night,
it can't, it can't,
the night, the night can't
hear when it can't unsee
and what it can't unsee
is a coal black stain
trying to be a train

one some day

one some day, it still won't
start ... it still won't not start
it all still won't start to
or not to make sense ... one
some day it won't but it will,
and someone, one some will ... stop

Coins

When the coin dropped, it drops
with a clang ... Clanging's
a kind of language ... A kind coin,
it coins me as phrases ... Its careful
words phrased not to spend me

nightfall

The slightest sliver
............................... of silvery moon, scythes through
the blackish and blue

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Starry we might

starry I am, we're like stars,
stars whose dust fell, falling
dust becomes us, like stars, we,
I pulse and move, we all
move in patterns, in mine, yours,
patterned movements, patterns
repeated, repeating,
starry are we, I'm like stars

Winter flies

A winter fly,
not yet dead in this dead of winter,
flies. It flies
in the face of flies not facing winter's
little white deaths.
Not yet.