Night terroirs

Night Terroirs 

1.

Tbe man in the echoes    projecting

over the Pacific

too choppy to mirror

stilling the eye

but the glow-worm

inches toward the sun immeasurable

brick by watery brick

without loss of lust or lustre

cold foil of want

retiring

ashes and essential oils

scum

the barge turned backward

for breath of jubilee

impervious night

the streets are wandered

periodically, a knotted

mingling

clots the dream

curdling the pearls

hung on each tongue

2.

The delusion real

pressing lightly on the balls

brightly I discover

pain is

speculation

what will we do when

we go out

ten years inside a cloud

less like living than

accumulation

heard a story

once. believed it

twice. left

well

& alone

you may be a critter crawling

or the terrain may out-creep you

the baby may sleep

before the moon