Patrick Playter Hartigan		Talk Winter Certificates, bottle caps, red laundry, kittens for sale, one patio, flags, running across a lawn, paint brushes, dog bowls Here are the names together, & here is the season of my names Here are the seasons together, here the broken pencil I named even while breaking the pencil In then out of a valley, books we read and left there, jobs I loved and left, lines across a face I loved and I left behind I am leaving this behind. Even as I print the trail of work – Bird nest, fence post, capital dome, steam from out of a pan, a friend rummaging for a stamp A white line into white paper, a black line into black paper, deduce a body hurtling forward or settling, - taking its time Sky in mirror loses the mirror       3.    Before a throne, knees sink, into pillows thrown on Persian rugs.    A pale moon rises. Hooks and ladders,, strokes and lashes.    Nails trace curves Lips part, tongues dart.    Slick skin, glistens and tightens.    Screams delight, this city at night.    Stroking fingers stacking, slippery cylinders of gold.    Silk ribbons gliding through, glistening wet folds.    Tongues seeking hot tracks, sliding down steaming shafts.    Red candles dripping wax, marking souls for love.		Rodeo Poem Perhaps my world is heart-shaped. What would that do to a river? It would do nothing a river does not do for me, as I do not starve for affection in the middle of things From a height I am lost to simple perspective. All your measurement will be flawed, your conclusions, your projections, collapsing from my impossibly drunken atmospheres This is as good a time as another to falter. But that would require energy consumed at this second by forward momentum. So with reading that propels and maintains itself So with being shaped by shaping & so with love. So with what drifts into view and waves a hand, waves something away, a fly, or is that someone else, someone significant A relation places itself exactly, there. I am not that decision and I am not the record of today. How I am not is a story involving two worlds, three, shaped by that sun