The green sqaure, crisp, run overwith squeaking tennis flats, sunshinewhites: a body in back-arc, perfect line of tautmuscle that curves in, like lips tersed orbow of a ship, and flicks back -- slam and hit. The dropping hurricane sky. Face above the green-gray chiffron, floral bag; lost a lotof weight quickly. Sprawling orangechurch stained glass… Continue reading poem: wedding in florida
poem: wednesday
the coffee makes sputtering demon noises its facepressed close to filter, I pull back too soonthe glass sloshes. faint thrum press-press in lower-lands, even the parking-lot thinflorescenant light magnetically attached abovemy desk willgive out. weak water taste, sleep mossing inat the edges. do you know how badthe torment gets, the leaf turning over-over-overin heated gas:… Continue reading poem: wednesday
poem: unrendered exterior (the wall)
The character is at least partly called misery and likes, licks,small faces of others: my coworker with the screwed-up eyes announcedby flip-flap of shoes, proudly incompetant; the cloistured-down sufferer --inclined to madness, as am I, as am I -- the other, walking around, headphones drippingdown jeans-leg, the flat pink goverment building: he lost a lot… Continue reading poem: unrendered exterior (the wall)
poem: comet
this desert is worse than the others: yelow harlot, or during the brightest points of the afternoon a reminder of the infinite she last felt at twenty-two, or like a mousecarcass and the dwelling people with theirvulture eyes: here is the truth of out-here America, puremoral rot. and yet I would like to take out… Continue reading poem: comet
poem: sub specie aeternitatis
the whole point of being a neurotic is you can't outwill the neurosis, the spine-handlingand splindling rises bright inside you,bathtub water fries circuts -- Hestia took the pieceout of her arm and spun it around in deft fingers to recalibrate it. the brain leeches intothe neck into the body outsourced as it alreadyis into handheld… Continue reading poem: sub specie aeternitatis
poem: end of year
wet sludge, and his face, and fingers -- are damp I am not the one who beats all the heads in, I am not the dregs -- stretchedout, across all my life -- it cannot always come back to this. skinis sloughing off, collects under his nails, gathers at the wrists andcongests into lines at… Continue reading poem: end of year
poem: late july
a deep buffering thing, rolling in --- I have mylegs clefted tight, driving, I describethe land as the armpit of the earth flopped intothe arm of the earth, freckled and brown againstflat blue sky: porcelain tile squeezed behindhills, chipping fresco. where are the Experiences where are the Summer Experiences; I reread books I first read… Continue reading poem: late july
poem: In the dark the mind runs on like a devouring machine, the only thing awake in the universe.
on the novel White Noise how effective is fear of death as a theme, if I,two-year Catholic, have previously feared Oblivion but neverdeath: or are these the same? material death, body in shreds: my wish is tree planted in rib-cage, for thismy surviving family members must fight the funeral establishment, sayno chemicals dousing up my… Continue reading poem: In the dark the mind runs on like a devouring machine, the only thing awake in the universe.
poem: surname
really, the world is a small thing -- I was an I seven years ago, now I am also an I: rutted littlehalf-done dreams, the newest iteration blastedthrough head, now I have someoneto tell about it. growing younger -- I swear I keep wanting oblivion: blasted down bytoo big force, fertility or death. taking an… Continue reading poem: surname
poem: conclusion
old man Rodya, or at least the bent-over version Sonya retrievesfrom the railway station, neck shortened into fur coat, handsopen secrets or frost-lite spiderbites splayed overher traveling coat, as he steadies himself against her, says wellwhat is there to say. train sneaks in, awning over them, dawningof little smile: she says, well, hopefully a great… Continue reading poem: conclusion
the last pavilion 