("If we opened people up, we’d find landscapes." Agnès Varda)
LOVER
Upon a plateau of thorns
warbling naked
gazing at the starlit flood,
wherever one is missing
makes it out in his blood
HEARTBROKEN
A wasteyard
arrayed with garbage,
looking upward to heaven,
refusing to burn
amidst the hazy smoke -
an impasto painting.
There is no incinerator for this terrain
burning like a furnace
KASHMIRI
A quagmire of history
where a fecal child
carrying an empty flagpole
floats everywhere,
Nowhere,
while a feeder
shoved down the throat
dumps waste
