“carve, today”

bas-relief, beds,
numb silhouettes
& all shapes, wolf
poetry, stop yourself
writing in the margins;
that’s where they
find the meanings.

“Unlined Paper”

one, notebook.
worn out and in.
collected thought
dispensed, pensive.

draw wings, note
her smudged face,
make clear margins
for clarity, for error.

“Remnant”

we have thoughts
piled on desks
scratched onto receipts
or scraps of paper
stolen from books

the world’ll go
catatonic one day,
and all that’ll be left
are post-it notes
on computer screens

poems in margins
lists on counter tops
novels in cd cases
haiku on roofs,
loveletters on shoulders.

“Livelihood”

Drips of livelihood collapse
in dreary dim lit canyons
of unfounded free-thinking architecture
expecting us to foot the bill
for all the ink it had to waste
in fixing the margins and chapters
and titles.