Perfecta

The horse rode itself

too damn fast into

a low-hanging branch.

Backing up meant

the same as remaining,

so the horse rode

the wind away, expenditure

of air, stretching past

the end of itself,

deep into the win.

The Second Comedian

1

It’s humid; “it” being the weather now.

But no, it’s cool because of the window

and the late rain outside, the colder air

being inside where it’s not humid, today.

Box of sleep.

’Times I can feel my own stupidity.

2

He sent me a letter in which multiple

disappointments were spelled out correctly.

All his guests were dismissed as people

who merely did not want to be alone.

Knowing that I will never see that man

ever again kind of messes with my head.

I don’t believe in syllables as debris.

There’s an old saying: there’s an old saying.