Two Poems

Little Cliffs

a mountain presents itself at my feet and once again I am

made to make decisions for the both of us you: flickering

light hidden moon unknowable and known I want to show you flowering

gumnuts dry river a land that moves me hope we are moved by

the same collisions rock and plant cells rooted deep within us

the same atoms repeated billions of times creating material unity a

dangerous vulnerability to traject a mind to another mind

faithfully unearthing shared foundations if I take this mountain alone

see that you can follow

[Potential meaning]

Consider the inversion of a future without

commodity: a futureless commodity i.e., all

this. Moulding despair. In spite of my confidence,

I do not mean to imply that we will arrive at

some truth. It’s neither timely nor of our time. Life

overlaps with life. Men bulk up their poems with

with things like “priapistic potentiality” but faith

but faith has to come from somewhere. Hate

by light of computer screen, tender light of

holy communion. Defraud your memories

via the cloud, “dyspeptic disseminations” tell us

nothing about loving another person. Full stops

are so misleading: there is more and more and

overlap and more and