Persephone said

‘Let’s go.’

* * *

Because some systems never fail

correspondence cross

when response

is needed

And belief comes easy

but not synonymous

with trust

And only when faith has run out of

drums fit to beat.



thank god

for lack of recall

to bring

hearing to

drum pressed to drum

beating into

one another

with hollow bellies

holding what keepsakes

to rearrange



there is an urge

for the imaginary

as time in its vulgarity

only makes


while halfway halves

halfway blend

failure and regret

as a single Janus

guarding every new direction.


pride carries no crop

which can turn

canter to gallop.


questions unasked over coffee

go unanswered at tea.


luck hides under soda bottle caps.


chaos is hand-hand

with strategy

and an army of cossacks

can’t stop collecting

the past into one word.