2 Poems

fossil

I don’t know if the stars talk they don’t to me at least but I feel something if I look in a good frame of mind at the smear of them. Up there.  Well it’s wow if there’s learning the parsecs & all & damn if they talk how cold they possibly fore see if what we see is so goddamn how I feel this clouded night like a president old.  Up there where we would if we could go so much was said & who knows what rage now’s burning. What loss’ll be gained. so It is a dream to begin a work it never ends & it never ends.  A con jugation of be a bridge that stops out there & the holy ones paused pawing so not real ly paused but halting but no not halted blindmen on a prank’s plank a foot shuffling a cloud passing by the hands held out ward wards of the certain uncertainty that nothing is it remains or beckons where the dream falters too like a poem & a rhythm grows out of the splay of fingers the sweepfoot rustle of rain cusp mad god mad sweeteneder & no than.