there is no time for bones. changing skins of sex fire and other enlightened things. each springtime, whether to erase time or bare ourselves to the sun. (some people wear out their elbows that way.) mouths like wine and knives in oranges. this is the stuff of naked poetry, sayable for unsayable things. it’s like [...]
Category: poetry
Essence of Cosmic Poetry
a planet steps into its shadow another dangling by surprise a single thought that precedes thought and is reborn paradise.
Girl, Fairytale
if tomorrow was fit with fairytales (we would always walk as if on sunshine) lush and ethereal like smoke on water or a skeleton made of fireflies if grace was a body and our bodies were fairytales mammoth-like and wild (eyes are snails bellies full of sand) a thought like a body in a loud [...]
Portrait of a Woman, Prehistory
time, lady, is in praise of the idea of time & the surprise of your smile is a wilderness in cruel disguise two hips, wide open to the world, a set of strong hands & thighs are great wobbling moons a sudden & intense warmth at the suggestion of romance like a lover that never [...]
Fragments From the Birth of a Solar System
well, in the beginning, i can tell you were the politics of madness worship of smog & wealth & machines fragments from the birth of a solar system the stuff that’s summoned in temples pharmaceuticals deep sea calculations & the self was a strange object see & speak & breathe obedience the passengers on the [...]
Water on Water
to touch the earth is a sensation worth preserving, don’t you think? a central metaphor for all that is holy like the unreality of fire or a meadow full of white moons & even if the forests themselves amounted to nothing but rain, the grainy silhouette of water on water the coarseness of wine or [...]
Milky Generation
it’s the same revival of matter anywhere you go something about what is right in our lives, sometime seldom pure, just walks in circles and searches for signals accomplishments of thinkers and pop culture revolutionaries milky generations between odd and even pulse and rewind i’m thinking subtractively, of course, cutting limitless weight, the shapes of [...]
The music at the end of the world is beautiful.
What we know of the end of the world is beautiful. Weightless, even. Mind, media, mixed messages of rebirth and transparent endings. Gods of misfortune. Indecision. (These things exist in the shadows and are nameless.) Mobs, mayhem, sweet monstrosities. Surround the night like armor and are victims of a more perfect future. The stars are [...]
Philosophy of Sound
too much of this is thought out loud— what it is to be alive & aiming for the sun like static among trees or continuations of a long-awaited dream beyond mysteries of tidal waves tadpoles silence
Gravity on a Tabletop
everything passes through unseen forces landscapes tabletops the limits of freedom & most trees even the voices of oceans dusted off & debated softly over breakfast This collage is my second attempt at gravity on a tabletop. And, while I'm not certain this landscape really depicts the essence of the poem, I really kind of dig [...]
