Dan Gutstein

DIGITAL

blurry. The pattern,
as opposed to the rain,
off schedule. Autos,
the entire industry of
white noise, after noon.
“Fuck of a walk is that?”

A wilderness of bells
quarter past an empty lot.
Gray (exhaust) through
gray (ceiling.) Wire: Or,
what vanishes but never
meets. State Street &

the moon squirts out of
a blurry lens. The skin,
the spine of an elm, pine,
ash. Dwell in tincture,
tint. Dwell in the color
of voice, mural, thirds.