Pulled forward,
the magnetic future
has no other purpose.
The desperation
of your dark half
is also
like a singing siren.
But then again
you are a reined horse,
both encumbered and driven
by what is behind you,
and compulsion whips you on
through the moments of clarity.
This is why you are simply a drift
wood approaching the rapids.
The sirens called you in,
the current gathers behind you like time,
holds you,
steers you forward,
the gravity pulling it all
like a cloth off the table
and there is no greater place
than the empty black fall.
but alive, culminating,
a legion spilling through the bottleneck gates
of Carthage.

– Los Angeles, CA


Taken in Los Angeles, CA

Wave Function

. From here the                                        city
.                                                                    is like a
.                                                                  distant cloud

.                                                                              carrying unseen
.                                                                                            energy
.                                                                               away.
.                            Quantum mechanics in large scale,

.                                     it is both dead and alive
.                                                               until  I
.                                                       can get inside to               see.

.                    Though it is closer now than it will ever         be;

.                     though                 I know it is alive.
.                                                                          I
.                                                              memorized your face
.                  as you slept;           I watched the stucco             ceiling.
.                                                       Now           I look in the    rear

.                     view and kill it, your
.                                                 door
and the way you’d answer it,
bringing your heels together,
the Old Fashioned waiting
on the coaster, the windows, porch, the Bay
both lolling and Screaming behind you.
Had I known,
I had known –
one year under the microscope.

– Los Angeles, CA


Taken in San Francisco. CA