II
perspective swap for who: the never do well
awake to find the waterline is here
the wooden mask who wears her splinters well
the wooden mask beside a self sincere
and just as all the beautiful losers do
her pants are filled to burst with striking grass
sequester ash and art the season through
and dream that brook your only overpass
the monofocus inching from your nose
your last percent and spangled drown in draft
like christmas jazz you mostly did compose
forget what's said and hesitate, but fast,
you trip off the tongue like isometric tiles
of shrubs who trade their height for sense of depth
all textured pixels fine enough for tiles
all hairs together seek a sense of depth
III
unsorry washing watch this soapen figure
did wash away the city grease and grime
like all great soaps will now be washed to water
what sediment here with gritten flecks of thyme!?
mirepoix is home for thyme when opportune -
a soffritto maybe, oh, so controversial,
but even garlic spurns a seifengrün
who'll lodge in your eye and leave you clean but tearful
other things said
what
Yesterday :: Wednesday, 21th January 2026 :: Tomorrow