(Fuck) Teleology

And those who say every damn day,
Because they are enamored of why,
“I am not content to look at you
And sometimes, perhaps, even listen.”

Just because we hammer with why
The world is not required to love us,
Nor even to pretend to listen
To the thud of blood in our veins.

The world is not required to love us.
There is nothing intrinsic hidden
In the brackish flow of our veins.
I’ll tell you this secret for free:

There is nothing intrinsic hidden
In anyone in the world any day.
Sit on concrete, or under trees;
Be content to look at the sea.

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oo 000 oo (poems from old notebooks, summer 1997)

The moon, slightly past full, looks
squeezed at the top as if
                                        someone—
some god, some child (same difference) had
reached for it in a moment
                                        of desire
(perhaps for an over-ripe kiwi) and had it squirt
between thumb and palm into
the night sky.
The stars? Well, they splattered there.

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Pareidolia

Today the city blocks the north wind,
Leaves the harbour nearly calm
And keeps the small boats slack-sailed.

Slow clouds hang low in the sky, turn
The surface gray and streaked—a chalkboard
Gulls drag themselves across all day

In shrill, recursive scrawls that seem
Almost legible. But there’s no more
Meaning on the water than on the wall.

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​Happy Happy Joy Joy

Us? Just
trees in the wind,
memories of our dead
torn plastic bags snagged on
branches.

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To Cristin, Whom the Cancer Took

I suppose corn still grows in Iowa,
tall and green as August looms.

And I suppose cottonwoods still form
a haze along the banks of shallow creeks.

I still see you beside Island rivers
on summer mornings. A mist rises.

And when the setting sun and the full moon
balance across the earth I hear you laugh.

Though I often think of you in the night
I feel guilt that you never walk in my dreams.

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July Lindens

Late July, and now
The lindens are in blossom—-
The heat of the day
Pours down through them, drenching us
In this pungent arousal

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The Full Moon and I

The full moon and I
Ignored each other for months
Beside the harbour
Last night we rose together
And stared one another down

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