Muse -- take, findin hallways and oversexed eyes -- theysay Only Good Poetess in thrall toSade and the feminine, but what of my manymen! my harem of no-words-spoken, immortalized -- on internet (nobody reads -- the void!) blog. eat -- little finch, singing, pine trees around the house. youth in big broad skiescow-paths through, cow-burrs… Continue reading poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
Tag: original poetry
poem: sister on a first date
the Americanness of being -- we could never remake thecountry in our image! ask him, tonight, what kind of protestant he is, we will take Baptist Evangelical more hesitantly Methodistor Presbyterian. what branch of Lutheran, what does he think about the split. his best friend is looking for a good Catholicgirl to take home, universal… Continue reading poem: sister on a first date
poem: return
once again -- cracks hands, sucks bones -- we are here. made up my mind to keep the internet as a hole to stick my face into; how stifling to make it, parlor-roomi cannot tell people who sent us money for the wedding when i want to cut my headoff. back into the loom --… Continue reading poem: return
poem: the fall came in the desert
high orange, tight-trees in a windbox and i / am not there to see them, every fall becomes like this, a madhouse, and mockery — of hope, little thing, what do you have left to believe in — hyperactivity of mind creates hyperactivity of body? — do you still believe you have potential, something will… Continue reading poem: the fall came in the desert
poem: verse for summer of dread
the summer days in rust, default purgatorium, the wheels run, fast sylphs of time -- the days eek bya nest, a stocking-run, a sigh. and I wait,though the fetal heart throbs within -- idea of someday,remade, when time will finallybe less foe than friend.
poem: postmortem
this is my brain on cortisol addiction: this is my brain atthis fucking job -- I'm kidding, of course; here it is poetryand we transcend! the turn towards -- writing aboutother people, the fiction writer as creep rather than solipsist; I have failed, but who else will creep out myinfected heart-box, my gutted-out self-hatred: envyat… Continue reading poem: postmortem
anthology: the california poems
secrets from a girl who's seen it all. summer of 2023. "california" - all my desperation left me / after I fell in love and now I cannot write. "the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)" - he understands that you / write about what you have. "dear stranger who… Continue reading anthology: the california poems
poem: coven of fifteen
now reset to cyclical sad: it is natural, when the green comes loosein fluid forgiving, to find solace in the Old. slicing through fallingtime imagining a baby here, in this place, with this music -- or the strain of itat another place. rummaging through person unbeset by aberration - 30 secondbrain-warp! the internet produces a… Continue reading poem: coven of fifteen
poem: post-grunge
imagine being, cockroach, in the truck cab, they sayjump u jump, they say riot u riot. white-ass white-outtundra of the far out, you can drive and drive anddrive out here, son. can't sell out if you never blazed out,never proclaimed godhood or artistry. the radio hasbloody teeth, girls still like sucking nubs. the men inthe… Continue reading poem: post-grunge
poem: hauntology
all of a sudden, it is too much muchness. my teenage selfwould have eaten this up: he's drunk, or he's telling her - you'll makeme start drinking again. dream blip, girl with M names thelast Paris poem, the first time we go to Paris is October and we will(respectfully) fuck. we will watch the swans… Continue reading poem: hauntology
the last pavilion 