In Berlin                               

where pigeons take flight
and circle the square in Alexanderplatz,
a car alarm does not sound
like the released pressure of the blood
in the head of someone called Isats
who, it's now known, was a man
that walked and talked backwards
through his life, emotionally and historically,
even through the letters of his name -
and of his long poem
about revealing the missing "in"
from the word "former",
there are many who still believe
it sounds like another kind of alarm,
or at least the memory of one -
the kind that Isats might have raised,
in some other time, in East Berlin.

Tremor                                   

There's been a lot said about this -
in the frames of movies when you slow them down, 
inside the waves of radios, 
in the distress calls metal fillings receive,
in the idle talk wind translates
and then makes personal,
and how it's not the sea you hear
inside a shell, but the passage of your blood -
a whistling speleologist
descending below the spiral of your ear.