today's tomorrow
is becoming a transparent
doppelgänger
August 2021
our night terror
a plasticine crow
peddling footprints
a mirror bridge
suspended in disbelief
between our eyes
my forgetfulness—
I watch it meandering
over my to-do list
an unnamed plant's
unmitigated reality
blinds my blind spot
in drone vision
this little bit of child
a glimpse of conquest
here and now
my argument with myself ends
in threaded raindrops
down hearted blues
her malady hounds her
down to her grave
behold it
desiccated limbs
in full bloom
fogged in
do I see a city
or my origins?
the gull's afterimage
swallowed
hook line and sinker
muddied directions
I lurch into the frog-spawn
of a blind man's ditch
wolf hour
nightclubbers slinking home
along empty streets