Aha!

all the songs on the random radios
are familiar in a sudden sort of way
not that your baedeker of impulse promises
a ‘where’ to turn, to sing along
with this naive story

history

some moments of nostalgia, full of friends
lovers strangers, your car, it’s that simple

entrance, an
or otherwise altercation
this little magic, this moment or implement
which interrogates the similar

we keep speaking of ourselves to ourselves
ad infinitessimum (or,
going on forever, forever in smallness)

as you have been a few instances
we are not supposed to know
the dark that marks my erstwhile arms

an impasse

some kind of rubber band or is it heartache
just fell over into bits of song

Exes and Ohs

some talk about philosophy, like time and cigarettes
and it is a harmonica (or a recording of one) not a truck
it is an opportunity, then, a distinction or it is
perfect weather today (you can say that always
but today it really is) and falling or reaching
(the same thing) at hand

in another country, you turned the other way
so my footsteps follow you, my vague fear amplifies
a vague having forgotten, was this what you dreamed?

a story requires more than one person or
an event
the first time I stayed up all night was just to see if I could

I had planned it that way, a shiver
that determines amplitude (you have become
so becoming)

[this is not done]

the bus arrives, departs, someone is still
standing still

plainly, I enjoy my deficiencies
various
this saddled lack, riddled still
with significant array

today it’s both warmer and colder here
than there (where you may be)
[this is still not done]
this
grey day, point blank

the supermarket is out of whack, out of line
the villains continue to be villainous (surprise!)
there is little solace in this having done