Dan Raphael



Morning Lets

morning lets the cat in, puts the heat on
what night took away night crawled back into

waking up with an infinite desert on the horizon
with black wings circling like apostrophes
to show connection or elision, to create a relationship
to keep a couple afloat, sign on the dotted line, cut
on the dotted line: my computer gives me dozens of lines
to choose from or customize
what's my line
i want you to line up in a circle
some of us are tangents
some of us are waiting for the sphere
assuming im the leading edge of some dimension, a way of recycling
like the worms and fungi i'm so receptive to,
receiving the stray suppressed unlabeled
absorbing their inner gasses, the aroma-spins
that frighten and entice
coz a distant horizon means we can see what's coming
while a drop off or mountain promises the unknown,
which we all know weĖll have too much of one day
like a morning thatĖs 10 years later than i expect
or i didnt think would happen this soon:
face meets linoleum face finds the bed empty
& the car gone
hand turns the thermostat
but no heat comes
i flick the light switch
& the bulb goes nova