i am
near
grass in your surroundings
surrender your spendings
know
that lips aren't trophies
intoxicated inward
eyeballs crossed over
i SEE you
with my bad eye
butterfly kisses tomorrow
today nothing
i SEE you
with my bad eye
butterfly kisses tomorrow
today nothing
snow
Look! a moving light---
the snowmen in the park
waving their arms
side to side---
I am full of love.
the snowmen in the park
waving their arms
side to side---
I am full of love.
window
At my own chosen speed---
fire, ice, a little vial of violet.
*
Someone planted a tree in the Georgia snow.
I unhinged it.
*
Is it still me, or am I feeling the aftereffects of my soul?
fire, ice, a little vial of violet.
*
Someone planted a tree in the Georgia snow.
I unhinged it.
*
Is it still me, or am I feeling the aftereffects of my soul?
Currency Today
(...) disaster echoes transmitted from tooth
to heart to tongue
and out over the suave heads that nod
and condemn something
so simple as raising a broken glass to
twin suns pulsing in delicately hairy tombs.
Europa Europa
Oh for a walk through Vienna with you.
*
Dear sinthome:
keep me.
*
Cold mornings are obsolete.
The fairytale recedes into
the thoughts of $.
*
Dear sinthome:
keep me.
*
Cold mornings are obsolete.
The fairytale recedes into
the thoughts of $.
musk-
et. s.
have trailed
through--
& deep between--
the given
folds
hold
(deep in sediment
of Dead Sea's
murky extracts)
all tender mollusks,
panting, parting, drinking
cracking shells
like wave & rock
against the backlash
have trailed
through--
& deep between--
the given
folds
hold
(deep in sediment
of Dead Sea's
murky extracts)
all tender mollusks,
panting, parting, drinking
cracking shells
like wave & rock
against the backlash
braver than you
taller than you
slighter than you
primed for you
yet yet yet
slicker than you
sweeter than you
younger than view point
point five
slighter than you
primed for you
yet yet yet
slicker than you
sweeter than you
younger than view point
point five
mobile
Two jams---
both flavors
were "noodled."
We made down from silk,
elucidated what
I wasn't going to say.
*
If said, with a pinch,
what's better than
beta? What's better
than having been touched?
By us? Or you?
both flavors
were "noodled."
We made down from silk,
elucidated what
I wasn't going to say.
*
If said, with a pinch,
what's better than
beta? What's better
than having been touched?
By us? Or you?
At the Mouth of
In wait are currents expected to suddenly seize up, causing synapses to roar, elegant fissures to balk at the split of cardinal points, numbers, and oceanic debris
endlessness etched
believe in belief
and be caught
preconscious
reprise
confederate wound
arrests the shake
implicit overdose
ramakes our fast
come hither comma
I endorse you
dame you damn
climb dumb limber
adequate deneuve maybe
be be be
holden 2 caulF
arrests the shake
implicit overdose
ramakes our fast
come hither comma
I endorse you
dame you damn
climb dumb limber
adequate deneuve maybe
be be be
holden 2 caulF
pure
Did best impression---
what's one hand
on my blouse
or two? Did worst vibe---
you carried it off
into the aether,
I took you back.
Would still do it again.
Will.
what's one hand
on my blouse
or two? Did worst vibe---
you carried it off
into the aether,
I took you back.
Would still do it again.
Will.
Montpellier
You can't move a horn, kaleidoscope a single
                  shard, or bronze horsemen through a valley
when you doze near Constance.
            Tiny, too.       And lime grinds an orchard fresco
under his brother's stillness, fast. Your lowest
      thought to carry darkness from a night
we had never stolen.
                  shard, or bronze horsemen through a valley
when you doze near Constance.
            Tiny, too.       And lime grinds an orchard fresco
under his brother's stillness, fast. Your lowest
      thought to carry darkness from a night
we had never stolen.
this month's model
Underneath a crust of violet
she emerges, merges, evens out
into an event:
"Come take back the silt---"
she says. Her hair's gold as
green bills. "You were always
beautiful---" he notes, in passing.
*
I won't be there for the coda.
Will you be?
she emerges, merges, evens out
into an event:
"Come take back the silt---"
she says. Her hair's gold as
green bills. "You were always
beautiful---" he notes, in passing.
*
I won't be there for the coda.
Will you be?
snakes
living creatures began to appear in the painted water
snakes & alligators writhed out, swam through
which had been my plan with the painting all along
***
snakes & alligators writhed out, swam through
which had been my plan with the painting all along
***
The faded neighborhood---
a "hymnal" of five colors.
I want it to be in contact with me, so I elucidate its better qualities.
And what
can we say
of the gardenias
that bloom
out of the garden,
overrunning their courses?
*
Red, blue, white. Black, green.
Blue, purple, silver. Gold, gray.
Orange, blue, yellow, white, red.
.................................
(this ambient line will repeat itself, as if on a billboard of dust....)
a "hymnal" of five colors.
I want it to be in contact with me, so I elucidate its better qualities.
And what
can we say
of the gardenias
that bloom
out of the garden,
overrunning their courses?
*
Red, blue, white. Black, green.
Blue, purple, silver. Gold, gray.
Orange, blue, yellow, white, red.
.................................
(this ambient line will repeat itself, as if on a billboard of dust....)
insanity strikes at midnight
half-sleep detoxing from reality
mixing bowl dream state opening every single pore
he said "the answers will be revealed in question"
she questions a real significance shot back to the beginning...
mixing bowl dream state opening every single pore
he said "the answers will be revealed in question"
she questions a real significance shot back to the beginning...
Catholic School
Poe's bite marks pass notes in the hallway
Like two hands to mystery the cryptic zoo
Your mouth was sleep's locker
Evangeline I remember you well
Like two hands to mystery the cryptic zoo
Your mouth was sleep's locker
Evangeline I remember you well
Last Might
You sent me this text
message: "Good might to you too."
.
.
.
.
Afterwards he said, "Pass me the scotch
tape, your leg is loosely and bluely
breaking off."
message: "Good might to you too."
.
.
.
.
Afterwards he said, "Pass me the scotch
tape, your leg is loosely and bluely
breaking off."
In line
I opened my identification papers.
Therein was a photo of a young woman, maybe 17. Her photo gave me instructions.
Understand that there never was a you in her.
Poe's mouth was considered beautiful.
And then, of course, my leg with the bite marks.
Therein was a photo of a young woman, maybe 17. Her photo gave me instructions.
Understand that there never was a you in her.
Poe's mouth was considered beautiful.
And then, of course, my leg with the bite marks.
tag
You brushed my blouse at zero---
two hands---
reticulate the
obvious mystery.
So comely never wishes. Staring at the ocean, in its reversal. Some, in the slant of sleep, will swallow us, before we have a chance (a chance! abandon chance woman!) to go back to the zone.
You bursared my blouse at one---
to tell it in "advance"---
one willow, a breath from a sunless seacrest.
*
I won't tell you my new name. (Unless I do.)
two hands---
reticulate the
obvious mystery.
So comely never wishes. Staring at the ocean, in its reversal. Some, in the slant of sleep, will swallow us, before we have a chance (a chance! abandon chance woman!) to go back to the zone.
You bursared my blouse at one---
to tell it in "advance"---
one willow, a breath from a sunless seacrest.
*
I won't tell you my new name. (Unless I do.)
practipica
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
[bedroll bedrool bedroll bedrool bedroll]
lapse
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
morning (slur a singular / particulates make meaning
[bedroll bedrool bedroll bedrool bedroll]
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Hölderlin's De Lorean
A disorder that involves both mind and body,
Pocket full of posies. They hear him, these voices,
Gull-wing doors with fiberglass foolish grins.
I'll be there at your place at 3am
Screw me up dismantling glances
Pocket full of posies. They hear him, these voices,
Gull-wing doors with fiberglass foolish grins.
I'll be there at your place at 3am
Screw me up dismantling glances
The Proposal
"I'm composing marriage vows. I plan to leave them on my husband's girlfriend's voicemail. I write: 'At first you were a light in a dark time… As times brightened and darkened again, you remained constant and needed, a spring sun. Does the sun delight in what it warms? But I aspire to be more than a grateful recipient of your warmth. I will be to your sun a second sun, and transmit back all the light you've given me, so that we can give not out of need, but out of delight, endlessly.' I call the number and listen to her voice on the answering machine. Oh, that accent! … I can't marry this woman, it's hopeless."
Let's Say
Within this dance two bodies become three at the gate of teeth and sand. A forgetful rose tangos alone on shell flagstone as signs of an impending decline appear on slivers from an obsidian dome
—under this static gods will roast!
(…the rose wilts under an observatory’s glare)
From desert mount to sea crest a screen will be drawn. Every thread saturated with the color most likely to succeed in representing an experience that is rare, unique, and available to all. Let’s say this color is the spiral of a drone or the spine of a bee as it enters the hive to find supine the essence of yellow and spice. A fragment of eyed fragrance combing riverside bloom to salt nettle dredged from memory’s vine. The aforementioned spiral will curve outwards following sound ribboned in dust blue with mauve calligraphies resisting.
Morning time with a bee on my shoulder taking in the scene
—under this static gods will roast!
(…the rose wilts under an observatory’s glare)
From desert mount to sea crest a screen will be drawn. Every thread saturated with the color most likely to succeed in representing an experience that is rare, unique, and available to all. Let’s say this color is the spiral of a drone or the spine of a bee as it enters the hive to find supine the essence of yellow and spice. A fragment of eyed fragrance combing riverside bloom to salt nettle dredged from memory’s vine. The aforementioned spiral will curve outwards following sound ribboned in dust blue with mauve calligraphies resisting.
Morning time with a bee on my shoulder taking in the scene
Excerpt from "Limboville," an unfinished novel
...Pearls of aspirin, chocolate bullets. Separate maladies in the time of cold weather.
It’s bad to want The Loved One. His name is Lord to me. Pressed into this world like a Roosevelt dime. Candles burn and I see him behind a splash of starlings. The Loved One does this deliberately. Wandering. He is a kite in the clouds. I am the good sailor of the lost afternoon.
Year of the Goat slingshots in to re-build itself. Year of the Want. I wanted to put my hand on him like a cameo. He is mine at dinner. I am constructed to have him. I am an accomplished study; I know my Queen’s thigh bone.
Slowly, slowly we are spinning upwards.
I am equaled in time and stillness only by the willow.
Impressions received by radio wave. His favorite lemon-colored, tie-dyed scarf.
I dedicated my summer nights to the excitement of his silvery star. I cast myself down outside his house. Always at his feet.
I knew his symptoms. I sent a whole pound of black licorice. I say that by way of embarrassment. Stealing, then exchanging these days. What a body! The “yes” I said in vain to it. Chocolate covered cherries given on a million occasions. Oh, white Nike. In an instant my mind is calling, and I want to huddle him in my arms and jump. I think I can handle it...
It’s bad to want The Loved One. His name is Lord to me. Pressed into this world like a Roosevelt dime. Candles burn and I see him behind a splash of starlings. The Loved One does this deliberately. Wandering. He is a kite in the clouds. I am the good sailor of the lost afternoon.
Year of the Goat slingshots in to re-build itself. Year of the Want. I wanted to put my hand on him like a cameo. He is mine at dinner. I am constructed to have him. I am an accomplished study; I know my Queen’s thigh bone.
Slowly, slowly we are spinning upwards.
I am equaled in time and stillness only by the willow.
Impressions received by radio wave. His favorite lemon-colored, tie-dyed scarf.
I dedicated my summer nights to the excitement of his silvery star. I cast myself down outside his house. Always at his feet.
I knew his symptoms. I sent a whole pound of black licorice. I say that by way of embarrassment. Stealing, then exchanging these days. What a body! The “yes” I said in vain to it. Chocolate covered cherries given on a million occasions. Oh, white Nike. In an instant my mind is calling, and I want to huddle him in my arms and jump. I think I can handle it...
Coma: Nine Dreams
1. sour fluid eats at breast(1) --acidic tannins
2. damoiselle--black & blue
3. where child now sun--a treacherous yellow--python-galled(2)
4. of sea-self mirrored in chrysalis
5. a boudoir(3)--garden of beds
6. one small nerve meter--ticking
7. books--hand-sewn--have narrowed this spine
8. fingertips--puzzle of skin--secrets inlaid
9. with something inexplicable(4) --spectre-eyed
________________________________
1. crests of pink star fruit: sand dollar disks
2. just the birds are silent with surprise--Blixa Bargeld on Total
Eclipse of the Sun
3. calmly laid: as in her ermine & German croon
4. briefly fills skin with the scent of freedom
2. damoiselle--black & blue
3. where child now sun--a treacherous yellow--python-galled(2)
4. of sea-self mirrored in chrysalis
5. a boudoir(3)--garden of beds
6. one small nerve meter--ticking
7. books--hand-sewn--have narrowed this spine
8. fingertips--puzzle of skin--secrets inlaid
9. with something inexplicable(4) --spectre-eyed
________________________________
1. crests of pink star fruit: sand dollar disks
2. just the birds are silent with surprise--Blixa Bargeld on Total
Eclipse of the Sun
3. calmly laid: as in her ermine & German croon
4. briefly fills skin with the scent of freedom
All the stories
I’ve ever told inside poems are drafts
To bigger lies so I’m giving up.
I’m going to be
a trapeze artist, a snake
charmer’s armpit, an experi-
mental
Experimenter, a chemist whose sheer
Commitment to crystal growth
Makes contaminants bloom
Continents inside test tubes blue.
To bigger lies so I’m giving up.
I’m going to be
a trapeze artist, a snake
charmer’s armpit, an experi-
mental
Experimenter, a chemist whose sheer
Commitment to crystal growth
Makes contaminants bloom
Continents inside test tubes blue.
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