A sweeter city dweller never suffered
A Dracula sees beach umbrellas
as space music,
as arctic noise.
He doesn’t mind the rain.
He’s years older than the first
In Cold Video
To the skull that crows out
sure they know
where the cameras are
in a French accent:
When we crabwalked those alleyways
in full-on cardigan-mode,
the children took nothing from us
looking in the cameras
the whole summer.
There’s people and there’s dust. The sirens stare for sure.
We watch the other mirrors
pool letters for our boredom, that
blackened system of slipping
weeks out of widowspeak.
I destroy poems in an office suite.
Eventually it’s winter, the city never wakes.
Patrick Williams is a poet and academic librarian living in Central New York. His recent work appears in publications including Prelude, Hot Tub Astronaut, NO INFINITE, and Heavy Feather Review. He is the editor of Really System, a journal of poetry and extensible poetics. Find him at patrickwilliamsintext.com and on Twitter @activitystory.