as grains of dry sand fall
into the sea’s tumult
little changes cascade
his day to day decay
her face dissolves in air
smudged like bad erasures
a blurred demarcation
from friendship to desire
(November 29, 2016)
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Life’s Constant
Too often drivingto work, or takingout the trash,I want to extractmy skull from this face,peel back the horrorin thin layers, andtoss them asidefor the ants to claimas their own.(November 29, 2016) -
seer
it’s time to listen and listenclose for I aim to speak trueto speak to you you who claimto hear no lies I speak to youhow do I you ask know how tospeak along convoluted linesto trace patterns in pattersuntil a simplicity fallsonto the page like bones rattlingfrom a wooden cup how do Iyou ask again enter your wordsand speak so of what you knowI listen to you and pull time closethen speak the patterns parsed(November 22, 2016) -
Vanishing Point
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I am a holeopen onto myself;I am a hole,a door,an absencebetween rooms:a vacuum devoursall I have becomelike light bends into darkalong some erased other’scurved horizon, slippingbetween mountains’edge and winter’slast full moon.(November 21, 2016) -
acquiescence
one must speakeven if nonsenseunfolds toward non sequituras an attemptto vanquish the voiceof god’s quiet madnessfor silence remainslike smoke collapsinga violent responseeven as bodiesare tossed with easeupon yet another pile(November 18, 2016) -
Mirage
a dog and a rainbow arethe same but not an orangutanas are a train and a mongoosedissimilar inside a booka thing not the thingyet understood as thingas if an echo were a voicethat meant less than a soundso he speaks a word in Germanor perhaps pigeon Portuguesepat snarky apologies for Lentas appeasements to the guardsall thought does disservicein attempts to stay in place(November 17, 2016) -
First Sentence of a Novel I Will Never Write
All he could think aboutwas his daughter’s laughand a hat he left behindas the doors sprung openand the men opened fire.(November 15, 2016) -
irony
by
allows a sinceritywhich avoids the sinceretreats truth distractedlylike a hook-up in a barallows a smarmy aloof charmto sidle up next to youa slurred-speech lothariotoo impotent to engage(November 14, 2016) -
What Does It Mean to be Happy?
the absence of fearof anxietyof dreadthe ability to ignoreto brush asideconsequenceto allow the pastto fall awayfrom one’s heartto erase one’s selffrom the momentand lovedetachedunaware(November 14, 2016) -
Where One Falters
Along a path distracted,possibly the wind, or a bird,pulls your attention away,and you stumble on nothing;as if the ground shifted,but only beneath your feet,and only within the momenta glance requires to be coy.You find yourself downand bleeding, a gashpuckers across your face,your leg twisted, broken.Paying attention is difficult,but imperative, or we all fall.(November 13, 2016) -
Obsess
“in which things explain each other,not themselves.”George Oppenthere is no absolutionbeyond himselfbeyond the selfbeyond nowbeyondhis explanations he explainsas if understandingcan be divinedthrough incessant attentionto the minutia of motive(November 10, 2016) -
benediction
I found a bay leafwithout originin my notebooka laurel without reasonnor meritbestowed(November 10, 2016) -
“green one red”
nothing remainslittered across the flooran aftermath to violenceframed by silence uponeither side of an eventas if it could be containedto be carted away quietlyand ignored until forgottenas if the scars could vanishfrom these broken handsas easily as blood into water(November 9, 2016)
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