lost cities

[[ Global warming, pollution, and how we will appear to archaeologists. ]]

lost city 

under the sand

under a mile of pretty shiny glittery bright empty things

under a mountain of things

lost city 

under the sea

under the waves of a north pole, south pole, melting, burning

under the rising waves

I could not say their names

I do not have the tongue

I would not say their names

for fear of raising ghosts

lost city 

under the sky

under a cloud that will never go, ever grow, never blow away

under a cloud of gray

lost city 

under the bones

under a dry lake of everything eaten that could ever be eaten

under a bed of bones

I could not say their names

I do not have the tongue

I would not say their names

for fear of raising ghosts

animal ghosts in animal voices

lost planet 

under a spell

whirled away, world whirling, 

whirled away, world whirling, 

whirled away, world whirling, 

whirled away, whirling away

Imagined Geography 2: New England Song

a stolen Volvo

of all things

rolled on the dunes 

kids all hanging 

upside down

still listening to tunes

out to covered bridges

out to the beaches 

out to summer cottages

out past our reaches

summer homes 

full of nothing

bric-à-brac, 

knick-knacks.

ruck sacks, 

kayaks,

quick snacks

nut sacks,

racken-fracks,

six packs,

a fishing shack

out back

bring back

a stickleback

bring back

the click track

the click track

the click track

drunken college girlfriends run together in my memory
drunken college girlfriends run together into the sea