C h r i s H o s e a —

HOLD MUSIC 

Set on speaker reach

my line, say, for
example:

  ‘You
are going

in and out’

*

To think all far, dear

numbers

          ever   we knew

as if one

could
    two

FREUD FUGUE FLEE

Write me at the old ad-

dress, ‘my heart’…

Someone will check                                                                                              

hand    turn    lock

*

Falling, bodies flail  

                        one or
two together one
not for long

for if longing
worked
                        they could
                        end times

*

Buried in palms

I cannot read  

across creases in the map

my blinders strapped
on by another

         I can’t catch what I want to fall

    for two
to see as one   here just the same

all same

TRIPHAMMER

Day part           what    rightness
Day part           what    leftness 

*

Allow that numbers walk

and angels speak three

sixes in a row

What I notice
I already noticed
before I noticed it

*

Let my clock   strike targets

all around
these hours

CHECKING

Thought arrives

            with instant
judgment

falls raising

    side eyeing

    first limb of sun

climate would
its minute
cloud pin on

  and rains deface our disc

*

You want so much

to lay away forever

love’s prongs

    a gloved finger right

   on the plump

*

    I want to believe

    we can sense

       solar winds

            particles
            centimeters apart

            beside and beyond

just to coast in place

    be a bust
    next to yours

            preserved apartly

           somehow to neglect elemental ends

and be neglected in return

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