"The M.O." and "Pocket Man"

The M.O

A bird

lands on a tree beyond the balcony

A cat

light steps its way to my door

A rooster

crows, and Juicy barks at the sound

of a slamming door

I panic.

Pocket Man

The idea of sleep

The third world

protests

pins drop over the city

the wind whistles 

to no verdict 

Take me sleep

protect me, like angel music

Father

humiliates

mother for not being

an explanation

I have for this

an idea of revenge:

to fall on dead ears

Masturbation masters not

what it feels like

outside singing cartoons

or to decide between nouns and verbs

the silent “is”

of ‘this abstained sky, stark

from a lack of clouds’

Ekphrase empty space

and stretch into oblivion

What else am I missing

but a white building

Patience recovers

promise?

After a mishap 

why does the moon

look like Swiss cheese?

Maybe laughter

Maybe the joy

Maybe arousal

Maybe pleasure

Maybe

Maybe John Coltrane

Maybe Voodoo

Maybe Scooby-Doo

Maybe the light of my laptop

at night

the squid like luminous shape

on the screen saver

a blooming star.         That

moment            before