there's always more. but to neutralize the green tea
you must have the cup half empty
where the full stop goes on
and on.
where the worst things gather moss
and you trace the heel of a boot
to your skull
back to the kick
of a mule.

the stars are like guess
and the space between questions
like now.

the very very thing that conjured you
is a motive candle
with no crime.

just a scene in a black room

and a numb
ampersand
where
it's

gone.