There's something ethereal about this persona poem. From the opening lines of "The yards grow ghosts. Between the limbs of wings, / bleached street-lit things, I'm best moving on" the poem establishes that the speaker is on the move through this area with "ghosts" and "limbs and wings." The internal ryme of "wings" and "things" brings the song element in the poem.
The next lines in the poem are full of adjectives that feel amorphous:
Hunt-heavy, gray, slunk overlow like somuch weight got in the way, my shapes' the shapeof something missed, flash-pop or empty frame.
Note how the speaker places the color gray with weighted adjectives to make a visual and tactile image go hand in hand. But in doing so, the persona goes beyond a noticeable form, "something missed, flash-pop or empty frame."
With the internal rhyme of "frame" and "game" -- "Though you could say I've made a game of this, / and though midtrickery it might be true" The speaker acknowledges that other's might see being invisible and missed as a game, but the speaker doesn't state it is true. That being missed can be a game, but could also mean other things which is only for the speaker to explain.
"when evening lingers in the key of leaving / my senses swoon. A synonym for stay." The speaker then swerves to the song as well as how it makes the speaker feel. The auditory image where the effects are written as well as what it means, "a synonym for stay" but no mention of the actual sound. "Midtrickery it might be true" from the reader's perspective, "I'm always coming back" from the speaker's perspective.
"I chew through traps. / I love whatever doesn't get close." The quick sentence of "I chew through traps" has a litotes feel to it as it's more a nuance than an obstacle to stay here, but then the gravity of such actions, "I love whatever doesn't get too close" appears at the end to show that this personal song stays distant by being internal, hidden. A song sung for oneself to move forward.
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