the mimed inadequacy - I would rather my motherheave me over the hilt. how much is forgiven - while I, in chosen purgatory, readdirty books - in the spirit of the literary and otherself-justifying ghouls. is the beauty the text itselfor the object the text makes andsurrounds - does one eclipse the other. how did… Continue reading poem: dates as sugar substitute
Tag: life
poem: bad riddance
she is beautiful and so I don't believe that shehas suffered. now old memories chase me in suddensmacking throat-openers, like red orangeson a table, in a blue bowl -- as I am between ruins. like an old woman, I pick themapart, blood stains under my tongue. now, writing, nothing comes to me to be described:… Continue reading poem: bad riddance
writing: the narcissism of small footnotes
The images and sonic blur that the book gave her lined up with her ideal place to live: blue-green, pine trees, little pockets of mud and permanent nostalgia so heavy in the air that people were always forming bands to understand the place or they understood it too much and were trying to get the… Continue reading writing: the narcissism of small footnotes
poem: swan song for november
the whole bedrock for our silly little post-renaissance project is underground; the women with longsilver hair construction vest gray/blue tennisshoes: I can imagine her as anythingelse. in linen and singing. please rip me open and countmy ribcage, there is an maladjusted chromosome there isa space. yesternight i was listening to the cranberries and i remembered… Continue reading poem: swan song for november
poem: do not ask me to eat when i am not hungry
in the room where the husband did not diethe third wife sits, splays, lacerated -- the birds are thick this time of year. I can feel the Feeling comeand I can feel the healing, but it is easier to curl into it. take this pain, this wanting tobe lacerated: and understand, this is where the… Continue reading poem: do not ask me to eat when i am not hungry
writing: talent is its own expectation
She was determined to not be someone who projected her regrets onto her children or had a mid-life crisis at forty-five and so needed the reminder of her twenties to be an exercise in living dangerously. This was wrapped up with the desire to read philosophy and to do it fast and do it now… Continue reading writing: talent is its own expectation
poem: purgatory
a long time ago, there was surety - i was god, i metanother god; he was wayward future kingholder in palms of myeventual, watery breaking - we arguedin smoke-sweat places about theology and whetherhistory is a stasis, is therea retvrn. he liked girls crouched over theirover-abstracted intellectual, embroidery-squaresmall experience. he fought with me, i fought… Continue reading poem: purgatory
poem: wealth described as scarcity of time (october)
famine described as material overload. the year of pain and pleasure 2023 described as the definitiveend of the American Empire, is oddly comforting. raise your children in the frothingand then let them go. now you can succinctly say, if you do not reproduce, trans-humanismhas won, or you can reference my highschool poetrywhich -- savior complex… Continue reading poem: wealth described as scarcity of time (october)
poem: twenty-four
when asked if there was a God in his filmuniverse -- who would intervene -- Wes Anderson said, yes. the girl atwork who is prettier than me is likely planning to kill me, dissolve me slowly into her perfect hips and secret knowledge of social networks. you laugh butshe would have ignored me in highschool… Continue reading poem: twenty-four
poem: the california poems cnt.
the language of ghouls ate into the sand -- and lo, a townwhich exists for the sprawling military-industrial complex some saythe size of delaware. i would like to work there -- i wantto purchase odd things for the walls, things so that in layingon the couch and looking up i feel uneasy, a coffee shop… Continue reading poem: the california poems cnt.
the last pavilion 