Optic Stream
raise that everloving head on
up above your own collarbone
dips down so slightly
you can cover up but you
won't have to if you feel
you're not listening
I said both ways leave for the end
we've little time before the train comes
roar steadfast and narrow breast
catch insolent huffs of fear
pouring out its heads
but you've got two mirrors on
this night/at that
turn down the left lane....

I fell asleep again
I never know which way at dusk
steady hands to bring me inside
Can I calm another wishing?
Can you ask for something stolen?
Wish away the times you denied
yourself and your others availed
awaken soft temper
temperament
smooth underneath the sail