Commune of S
4 poem suite
we meet under
assumed names
snapshot from the
train
beamed to their
devices
my likeness in the
window
with a billboard
just beyond
for your desktop
Bruno
till I stink up the
place
_____
I found some footage
of us
in the garbage and
spliced it
together into a
valuable archive
of dinner time, into
a 3 minute
short called Breast
Bridge
featuring several
poets of merit
where a bus speeds
across
into the creamy
white panacotta
lay phantom guffaw
soundtrack
cut to about to be
sat on sofa
this is my eco-film
where
everyone gets home
safe
_____
to a shy society
of dog owners
our names become
those of our animals
call me Isabel
sure, Isabel's
mom
look down
Button's mom
have a woodchip
reverie with me
_____
a guy launched an
insult
out his car window
and peeled off into
the fireworks show
I was holding the
camera
his car was eaten by
a pink chrysanthemum
I tore the group
photos
into bits of
confetti
for a gay politician