3:15 a.m.     argosy, 2905 elm street

the tiny
branching
suggestions
climbing
soot traffic
the tiny
branching
red layered
over reds
meter maids
and secretaries
dip and sway
glory inked
mechanically
via ribbons and levers
or no glory
in it
twice told
never sold
ricochets
went the theory
vibrant shimmer
amended to reflect
inflation (sedation)
we grew up
went the theory
corn raw
right on the cob
fearful
of nothing
because slightly blind
whatever it takes
whatever you can make
the vibrations
grinding rusty
of a train
hovering
in the actual
present
give the night
body
dense circumstance
as if the weight
of the list
of things missed
needed tipping
to slant elsewise