red sky

my body was a lake
people fished in
i watched
from a tree
dozed
as leaves
hard
to
believe
that’s my hand
trembling
when my son
goes to shake
it goodbye
not me
that i was people
son, let me tell you
true anonymity
is a mannequin
getting fucked
by a bum
in the lobby
of macy’s
the whole show
in which an object
any object
if he or she likes
being an object
eats holes—
have you ever been
a moth
swatted to dust
faked out
by “the light”
in search of form
as if form
were not restlessness
                fishes
are form
                teases
the sip
home
for example
                of diseases a lot
of trombone
can be said to
let the park be sadness
flat as sadness
          freedom
which is a hinge
this very line all
greased up
for you to step
any direction
your mouth pleases
in mug of world’s
best form
itself
lowing heart
down
heavy
in the dam
if i repeat
“the one true thing”
every time
“the one true thing”
sews a button
back on
your shirt
the button is tender
it lobbies
for its own
subversion
w/ out knowing
flat as sadness
i will teach you
how to come
from somewhere
here, put this name
tag on & go
play w/ the others