Curtis, you’ve been American too long.
You don’t know what it feels like. You belong.
Don’t you, too entirely to explain?

Snow-white ray 
coal-black earth will 
swallow now. 

Truth is lies that have hardened.
This should be obvious from the fact that the obverse is also correct. The same obviousness obtains for correctness.

Truth, which will never be more than the notion of truth, keeps for itself only its own over-guarded presences. 

Never before such a distant season of derision. 
Across town, the silo siren heralds an encore to panic. 

What does it look like
now? A man, a woman , a roadside diner.

What more is there to know? We speak
in tongues. We live nowhere near the water.

space and your sizzling flywheel
   has fibrillized a cantaloupe so far out

It’s okay, I wanted to tell her. It scares me, too.
But I was already plummeting, tumbling in free fall

I will not, though I would, resolve,
As the New Year’s Eve comes on,
To do, not do, review, revolve

What does it mean? I lie awake;
My mind needs rest, my bones all ache:
So needy and so loath to take?