Sunday, April 29, 2012


You put a lot of birds in your poems.

     the bleeding orange of the sunset as it dawdles
     on the laptop
                       —a misreading of Albert Goldbarth

Because of honest we use words like
domiciled.  He helped Nick via tele-
phone with some computer problem/
made herb tea for his skin problem.   

and Goldbarth, precise:
     is also a proper vehicle for the voice.

This day somehow goes together with
the next.  Cacophonous, asynchronous,
a perfect perfectlessness.  The cloudy
are dark.  Each day deafens another.