rising early this millennia /
so often, no need to nail the door /
though some new organs would be appreciated /
and black light teeth for those midnight awakenings /
make it harder to end yourself /
that’s what everyone says quietly /
this story buys a beer at most /
few step back or sideways anymore /
this spatter is the only time raising interest /
it’s habit now to cross on a red /
relaxing for the hard weight of the grill /
to break this rummaging sleep /
opening a smile in the dark
Category: Uncategorized
The Weather Within
the knife is too obvious in the study /
coyly position an inkwell instead /
it’s rarely the cuts, rather the pricks /
that shift organs port or starboard /
the rivers dip into us and recede /
knowing we are not the true points of direction /
sift still and witness the tides that are dust /
maybe a squeaky toy to pop the weather balloon
Mucky
better than ever is then /
melting windows again /
solid to liquid to gas /
scales progress’ slogan up /
back to the beginnings /
where all are one undistinguished form /
dreaming of the devil to move /
us forward against the other /
thee great interrupter /
rewriting the human map /
to resemble a billion length ledger /
rewind back to a single cell screaming
so many bellows assuming ears in the future /
dripping in all directions /
demanding its own own /
sprouting a first hand /
to needle at god /
what do we know now /
of this space we breathe combined?
Folded Invite
lean away /
this may get flowery /
blocking your pores with tonal tinctures /
A to G to F and luring minors /
when to drool during a reading /
always is but clamp to the seat /
all your senses is ill /
perhaps a shout to undo the election /
perhaps cubed sugar between molars /
for framed decay /
let’s mention love to the intercom /
tapping digits on the digital dashboard /
waiting for the inflamed arrival
Take Away
I am going to dig a hole /
a real hole /
where nothing is everything /
and the neighbours will weep in amazement /
skeins of geese will be pulled off course by its presence /
holes are all we can do to impress /
poking billions everywhere /
telling ourselves, holes move us forward /
trip by trip /
and names for each /
mine is dug
Sky and Night
those cold bodies in the sky avoid self-promotion /
they wait long and refuse to move /
no wish or whisper can reach them /
hissed alone in that night that was to be filled /
with flashing signs marking here forward /
they must be dusty or frozen /
to sit so long and not need to shift weight /
if we stayed still for eons /
there may be attention paid /
for being so peacefully menacing
Dug Up
written three days ago this was to be lain /
where the wood handle met the steel blade /
holding both elements in the same hand /
felt like the converging of two times /
the worn split of wood and the chilling cast of steel /
together stabbing into packed soil /
and me, a bystander always in body /
standing alongside the earth
A Thot
dying is the only talent /
we all share/
some more so than others
Ground Offensive
can’t count today /
one is too many /
7000 is not enough /
to make a convincing statement /
as a toe in the eye /
just before a reasoned knee jerks back /
if all this mad erasing /
was done without speaking /
every molecule would be hung /
because because be cause be /
language is time /
and all time now /
is delivered to the raging cause /
because it’s what friends do /
on the surface of the planet that is their mirror /
and who plant a banner /
with every polished stride /
talking and biting at the same time /
practicing serious tones /
but never grave /
that might draw an image /
where cameras are shattered /
all this, only guaranteeing they will /
find your door eventually /
and not wipe their feet for the welcome
The God That Went Cold
at the end of the fingertip lies space /
your hand in my hand, turning coins /
know not well how effort closes tight before borders /
today half-off only for there’s no tomorrow /
and the hours sent upwards for time’s royalty /
should you ever wander onto the subway tracks /
I will be still and able to stare through the two-levels /
over the by-pass and the world’s hunch /
knowing you knew enough centuries /
to unpin this moment and make new /
to say “ever” first again /
only you gone proving history wrong alone (as one)