come'ere
I want to f
old you
War
The picket fence line crossed the line
in the sand in order to form the upper
right hand corner of a parallelogram.
in the sand in order to form the upper
right hand corner of a parallelogram.
How to Make a Pinhole Camera (using Materials found at the Bottom of the Ocean)
Space de-
forms the slap
sound creates
omniscience when mother breaks
a bottle of vermouth across
Henry’s vapor face. Nose, foot, breast, penis—nothing
fits on this one-
sided retina. Look
at what you’ve done, woman and man
struggle over what is:
ought to be. Big Sur’s shattered caps
white caps collapse counter-
clockwise hawk vortices don’t ever leave
me loops across the blown sky is an unmodulated
stretch of glass. Liz
doesn’t want to live. Henry mono-
polizes the B line
out of the eye toward my mother
and I—two forms who stagger
the empty plane’s depth
by overlapping sand. Which is
the reason I dig a radon hole
so far into the grape pulp pupil that not
only is my body turned
side out in the blood salts
glinting nickel, gland soft mollusk flesh,
bowels like kelp— but changes every time
you touch coordinates will never sway
the way I motion across
the waters of fix-
ation know immediately I’m there.
Space de-
forms the slap
sound creates
omniscience when mother breaks
a bottle of vermouth across
Henry’s vapor face. Nose, foot, breast, penis—nothing
fits on this one-
sided retina. Look
at what you’ve done, woman and man
struggle over what is:
ought to be. Big Sur’s shattered caps
white caps collapse counter-
clockwise hawk vortices don’t ever leave
me loops across the blown sky is an unmodulated
stretch of glass. Liz
doesn’t want to live. Henry mono-
polizes the B line
out of the eye toward my mother
and I—two forms who stagger
the empty plane’s depth
by overlapping sand. Which is
the reason I dig a radon hole
so far into the grape pulp pupil that not
only is my body turned
side out in the blood salts
glinting nickel, gland soft mollusk flesh,
bowels like kelp— but changes every time
you touch coordinates will never sway
the way I motion across
the waters of fix-
ation know immediately I’m there.
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 $.
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