a future myth past

my thoughts leap
out of the blocks
there is no pistol
---
the images i know of you
are mostly still
yet i walk with them
across ancient lawns
now a dim cedar sea
---
i was here before
when we blinked existence
and believed in myths
of progress and apocalypse
of buying and fixing things
---
i was here before
when we were
relearning love
and all that is all
---
we were still unsoaked
with boundlessness then
and bet on a dog named death

why it's men who frequent bars alone

you flutter like a shapeshifter flirting with shadows
here as your best only when i don't want you. and
this city your home moves along countless elusive horizons
unsynchronized ceaseless conveyors
manned by infinite gears greased with silence.
this might be for each a playground if only for the glass
all the clean green glass reflecting a northern expanse
swept under before remembering it will shatter again.
–––
i once knew art and walking about barefoot
and waiting for sunrise to sleep
and i now ponder life breathed into
half versions of me
to again afford discovery of a chance
for everything again for the first time.
i want to be there when it finds its last wildness
so i can reassure the beauty without:
the light we don't see in between stars
the sounds wide enough to find harmony only
with moving crust and a massive wall of
opaque water.
–––
you are here before me plenty these days
offering that half (to me) or to any other joe
finding this sidewalk solid this hour.
you have my apologies but i am the light of myself
and you are of a spectrum i cannot yet see.
i am sorry but it still glows back east
i can see this as its valleys are the oldest.
yet the rains here have ceased
and the western dogwood blossomed 
white once only. here.