Grateful for the Poplar Tree (1988)
Spring is Monolingual (2004)
Choir for Private People (2010)
Tranquil Stoneware Exhibit (2018)
In all songs, time is a vessel.
They mistranslate vessel, in reality, a spoon with a hole.
A heavy bottle of Tormentoso, a solera.
You want to go where you age differently.
The sandpit, or pale-blue slide from then—
do or don’t, you’re unable to die from a stubborn soul’s
The high wall of memory caves
as you haul out its purple moths.
Forsaken, your gaze arrested by the sea,
inwardly, a black and white photograph—
in the cold water, dark bedsheets
dissolving into sea air.
Like all songs, I can sedate you.