incoherent

there would be too much paper if this were all written down
saying this is a way of catching a drift
the home is wooded
oh well, carry yourself in a car
it is not your expertise that is needed
just a "from" you, a send
did you get that?
send fish back to the water
the OLD water,
ocean water cold
you know? not like new snow
or else.
like it or not you can't stand here
there is a policy against you in town
it looks like a batting cage
in thinking of wooded areas
in thinking of possible churches
in thinking past the microscope
the aspects of you that we like are angelic
pores, opinions, foods
oil paint, anger

tied around the wrist was a health warning
we corded the wrist again in that moment
between being born and becoming a fossil
when, "blessed with consciousness", the
arches that your eyebrows made shut down
voluntarily as leaving houses in the morning
in a vault of steam to push yawns off as ships
meaning not that they would be afloat
but dropping implacably to the frozen cement
and shit-shattering with the sound of dumptrucks
but only the first part of the sound
and only for one half of one half of one second
after you're left with the absence of the sound
which is more terminate
dropping to your knees you gut the sound
in an instant tucking it behind your ears and
boarding a train,
taking angular routes
until running out of patience
stalling in the half-light of the station
stepping off the platform
opening the suitcase
taking out a camera
trying to load film in it
latching the back and putting
your arm out to take a photo
of yourself standing at the station
of some town that you don't know
wondering what's next
and who
if anyone
will spare the time
for you to wind around them
and live now in here
maybe get a job
get a room and put up pictures with tape
taking them down when leaving
its snowing inside
the sun apologizes