UNUSUALLY BRIGHT

snow falls
like tracer
bullets smoking
gun radiator
car grilled cheese
greasy crumb
fingernail reflections
I’m enthralled
by the rumbling
stick of incense
shaken by the
baffling train
an automobile
hissing in
the bright wind
strewn remains
of yesterday’s light
vomited by
halogen bulbs
suspended from
evil wiring
slums of
easy luxury
tell me how
you speak
to God
an unusually
in any
sense of the word
bright afternoon
of 4.30
mesmerized by
the smoky rays
drawn through
the screen
window outside
inside outside
inside
a kind of tide
like the bellows
of an accordion
shouldn’t it
be later?
or has darkness
come
and gone?

11 February 2000