August 1, 2015
I guess it’s a matter of sensation
birds evening song
boys weed in the garden
making way for more weeds to grow and insist
cicadas sound
make love, make love
here I am, waiting out whatever
metal skewers don’t require a soaking
and I love your
face
smooth smooth smooth
a moment of several stages
the first one
hurts hurts strange
and a means of communication
I wave my hands
sidelong and erect
standing to the left of the finished masterpiece
tearing apart
and not taking it
anymore
we’re not taking it anymore
– Hoc Scripsi
January 31, 2013
Chicago winter in the 21st century
two days ago the birds were singing
calling out for lovers
thinking it spring
today it is too cold to stand outside
unless you were getting paid
and even then…
Chicago winter in the 21st century
it rained yesterday and then
snow fell all night
but waking only to an inch of it
not worth it to shovel the drive
not worth it to get the mail
not worth it to smoke and look
at the grass peeking out from under the snow
even the windows are frozen shut.
January, 31st 2013
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 