August

wolf hour

nightclubbers slinking home
along empty streets

muddied directions

I lurch into the frog-spawn
of a blind man's ditch

the gull's afterimage
swallowed
hook line and sinker

fogged in

do I see a city
or my origins?

behold it

desiccated limbs
in full bloom

down hearted blues
her malady hounds her
down to her grave

here and now
my argument with myself ends
in threaded raindrops

in drone vision
this little bit of child
a glimpse of conquest

an unnamed plant's
unmitigated reality
blinds my blind spot

my forgetfulness—
I watch it meandering
over my to-do list

a mirror bridge
suspended in disbelief
between our eyes

our night terror
a plasticine crow
peddling footprints

today's tomorrow
is becoming a transparent
doppelgänger