Raw Triplets from Titan
Santa head pen holder
is not alive
I have an idea
of the ochre frame
by a trellis fence &
olive, with the edge
then, and what
of settlers and Maoris
inside the pane forming
by which I perceive
Thursday, January 20
block print of a Mayan
the passing day
within the outside
on a bicycle, brass
random and not
as it usually is
organic goo, the methane
house with rust trim
of a backboard visible
the pane bisected
to hold it, cold
worm to the sun
light, I see
liquid and caught
one is moved
about life, until
data until dead
to tell us something
and too late, crossing
the clear goo, slow
a red truck cut
and giving the future
the perspective
and the instruments
don’t crowd me
seas and this is what
warps radically, its
of intersection: glass
senses working
wonderfully, sending
camel censer on a chain
wooden insurgent
window in mid-flow
gas for a present
today: all data
all this clear enough
burning up past
safe landing
7:35 a.m. – 8:21 a.m. KCMO
branches smear
raw triplets from Titan
valuable about our
nosing into the near
signifying nothing
one does and moves
when we’re not looking:
my eyes at the plain
solar system place
corner of a garage
by the trunk
be the same whatever
sure of our definition
with us in it, pure
the house behind it
too soon in the glass
