HANEKE (I)

Of mimicry 'I' sings a million helpless rebellions
until 'the end of history' or there is a 'We' to sig

nify all messed-up and bloody we became 'Heal
thy' 'heathens' in a world-battle not even made

bright by quotation or Chopin what music do w
ords approximate that 'We' can not what exper

iences her fingers gently pressing the keys thos
e cuff-dangling hands demonstrating 'the soul'.

L E E F R I E D L A N D E R

Changes come to control the weather clouds all
Angular visions puffy 'ice cream' ones (those!)

Signs of 'literal' reality (not) really being 'Reality'
The frontal depth (of a pole) frustrates one's view

To the (monumental) or-di-nary or is a revel-
ation waiting to happen (and happening, and...)

I Keep Imagining Your Sadness in Quotes

I don't know about you
But I would really like
For you to dispute the thought

Balloon that looms just like
A picture of ocean waves above
My head and wants to say

Everything to you in scare quotes
Like you've heard every-
thing I was going to say before

Or the authorship of my words
Was somehow doubtful or clearly
Attributable to someone other

Than myself I wish you would
Burst my bubble and discretely
Sing the song I couldn't

Sing myself because everything
I do feels false without you even
The simplest things like breathing

Or making a pot of coffee they
Seem substanceless even though
You told me on the phone tonight

No one can make me happy but
Myself that you had given every-
thing up for "art" your other lover

Your friends your city and me
And if you couldn't be sad you'd
Just assume not feel anything at all.