new poem

and how silly it is

I almost took a bath

in electricity and ash

and called it choking

with laughter how desperately

goofy how

unoriginal I was a virgin

erring toward six timepieces lined up

and facing the wall

there was a stopwatch from

the 1856 Olympics games my last

cracked iPhone an undulating

grandfather megalith from

Union Station 1908 all of

Greenwich village in a

snow globe of course

how could I forget

the Assyrian sundial and you

at the very end of the line,

you my ever dying clockwork

beauty queen. You my biting

brute, my lizard weapon, my

secret wedge of cheese.

The Union Station grandfather

wheezes a dusty chime

and somewhere god is pointing

at each version of his oceans

going, gonglike — deeper, still deeper,

depths, infinite density, chaos.