HOW STRANGELY I INHERIT THE NATURAL MOMENT 

Could I require nothing 
In some unpreventable prairie 
There are real places 
My own perfect deception 
Landscape begins with the problem of sky 
Without surface or distance 
Without quantity 
How strangely I inherit the natural moment 
How strangely I puncture it with holes of false light
I have indulged many theories of appetite 
Through the passenger window 
There are real and manufactured glamors 
Could I make the natural moment glamor 
Could I make my envy for the tree 
Because you’re looking at it 
Do you wish to be more like it 
At the center of painterly fields 
How can I resolve your loneliness 
It feels good to sputter shadow 
Long-dead stars dotting sky 
Emit some light 
Our solitudes for a time 
Smearing the morning grasses

PLANET IN ITS AFTERNOON ASPECT 

A magnifying glass burns a leaf 
Using the glare of the sun 
Bright is a ricochet, a word opening at its center, a tied balloon
Bright is a billboard, mother mary, chartreuse, a fluorescent escalator
What does it mean for someone to be renaissance? 
A head is an artichoke, with its secret cloisters 
A fingernail is persistent, like that music 
A particular nothing 
How often have I gestured toward what’s outside the painting?
The mind, drying a moth, observing it there 
The past beating against the cellophane, like rain 
It takes such a long time for me to know anything 
For months I couldn’t stop sleeping and sleeping 
I could really smell the flower in my dream 
Handfuls and handfuls of this geometrical water 
Every zinnia I could still think, I should think 
Two moons face each other 
A green hill and a black core 
A wall plastered in floral vinyl

MIDWESTERN SEASHELL 

On the banks of shallow water 
Yellowish hill vivisected 
By a concrete watchtower 
What possibility under industry 
A translucent teenage current asking
Who are you when you have nowhere to be
We walk around the half-frozen 
Man-made lake 
You hide 
Addictive uncertainty 
Abrasive orange project 
Minimalist benches 
To be here with you 
I’ll pathologize myself 
Into anything