environs

too mute
to be noticed

to thick
to compute

but the thick
butter of loneliness
is spread
across
your back

it presses
as you sit
in your chair
and stare

into a crazy
moiré
of sacrifice
and delight

hiding
in the
dark
corners

smelling
like
mold
and old
newspaper

sensing
the moist
uncanny
humidity
ocular
rigidity

macular
degeneration

mix
from across
complementary
atmospheres

ether
far
ether
near

simultaneous
broadcast
dot
com
dot
comma
glaucoma
coma
coma
coma

starving
for a burst
of appreciation
from a
tiny
apparition

popping up
in the corner
of the LCD

capitulate
reciprocate
iris
dilate

brightness
blinds
pinching
the brand new

smell
the mildew
in the box upstairs
next to the bed
filled
with mementos
and receipts
and unpaid
bills
scraps
and
fragments
addressed
to the
undersigned

it's like
a byline
autographed
and
inscribed
sincerely

those crinkled
metaphors
and memories
play
a tune
like clanking
clothes
tossing
in the dryer
the heat rising higher

sign off
before it's too late