The Willful Disjunctive Little Points
the willful disjunctive little points
don’t make it to the shore, because that
water doesn’t exist at all
those are rooftops they moved away from,
with leaking doors like unexpected excitement
moving at no small cost across the hope
it turns out you’ve been drinking it all along, first
as speech, then as lingering, now
on unoriginal bliss, wants some help
from the disenfranchisement
defensive, recording and slow, the culminations
either want it, or just forget it, OK?
produces heaven inside the world
shouldn’t you have been more arbitrary?
when it surges up, I can’t believe
that happened again
you don’t remember much, do you?
caught under the skin