necessary fractures

i'm all pent up
about lost friends
the way liscous goes alley oops
and suddenly you're staring at the back
of a stranger's head.

in five days my pandora runs out.
feels like you left way more
than a year ago. she still remembers
your eyes and your donald duck songs
there are still digital images in buried files.
i miss the ontology but mostly
it's like you weren't really here
just like you wanted.






*










some days you wave to me
and i don't wave back
glad your shoulder warmed
but it made me a winter river
now my eyes are made of ice.













(*)








what's one more casualty
more or less, loess, loss
inherent in love/live/ing
no less than in poetry.

 you leave those  with answers
so  your questions can live
inside reverberating chapel walls
or the caves of altimira
recorded in acacia by blind scribes
stoned on kratom and marijuana


















()***





the way the hieroglyphs trail off in midstr