Orion headless

poetry by John Dutterer

Currency

Everything will be discounted.

Grapes decelerating
toward liquid.

Shirts soon to
be leaner than
the wings of a fly.

The ceiling is
also a portrait of
Siberian
uncertainty.

Walls an index listing
what will be,
even if we dispute
that furniture can
measure any futures

Intermittent disruptions
of daylight: hawks as
dire as my empty wallet;
keyhole open
on rooms monastic
and windless.

Anxieties still gratis
moonlight still complimentary
the era remains
windless
as the night
before some great and
decisive trial.

Autumn, Year 0

12 Minutes after the big bang
809 desiccated leaves (now at liberty)
exploding across an
empty parking lot, their
yellow ochre decline noted
by no one
(alteration: the true measure
of time)
Small cyclones of December
alter these mementoes of
green altitudes
now swaggering into
orbit around
dissolution

Years are latticework
years are soundless and
unseen
squander a century
as we wait
for the arbor half-born
    to break through the topsoil
        in
          lightless
               euphoria