Cyrus Console

Brown Study


Rode to Ohio.
Birthplace of light.
Rode my mind.

Each distant
Altercation signaled
Lives together

Over. Toward daybreak
Chill upwelling
Indigo and violet.


Cream. Yellow.
White of bone
Crushing intensity.

A wash. Small
Autumns. The sun
Seen through breakers.

Now tailor your way
Homeward, diminutive


Simulate music,
Little phone;
Simulate laughter.

This is the end.
For years we thought
It was a hotel.

Red, ye who read this.
Red like the wine.
Red for your lives.