the unicorn's volleyball league

ONLY SEPTEMBER


Nature was once
a lamp that answered our breed.

I think then
it was a vase.

Appraisal is something
love does.

Some say it's an inside job.

I've no idea.

I only know now.

Watching the trees
marshal against the bristles
of language is part

of winter, the human winter.





NO



No.

I'm almost certain No.

You can Google it to be sure.

But No.

No is watching.

No is well aware of the lamp of knowledge.

No is well aware of your love of porn.

No keeps to itself.

No is a sort of ancient Keep.

No is not pretentious the way this poem is.

No.

No poses as a hotel sometimes

but that's just a form of fake glamor.

No.

The hotel is nothing tonight

if not vengeful.

No.

That's just the empty rooms

and the failure of the lamps to light.

Where no lover comes.

No.

If Robbe-Grillet is tacky,

then so is No.

I mean I won't argue with you about it.

I just say No.

No problem.

No beef.

No launches today.

All over the planet.

No keeps its head about it.

About itself, which does not exist.

No.

It is.

Not being a dick.

Like you are saying to it.

No.

That's not it.

No.