untitled;

­What a story all of this will play out

to be—stretching arms further

to stroke egos with notable varieties

of access.  Didn’t they tell you

this country is only four walls

and a glass ceiling sky?  As if the universe

were just some sprawling subdivision,

like Hollywood Hills, where they’re building

out basements and adding guest houses.

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I—us: two different fish getting caught

shuffling around the chessmen.  Or more likely

that we are hook in mouth, dead on arrival,

with play pieces stuffed securely in pockets

and never played to 40 or 50 moves where

one eventually sells away all the lots and men

in calculated bids against poorer positions.