Category: poetry

the sea will not fail i tell you, the moon drowns  and never changes so let your joy rise up and take you become cavernous become liquid in the sunset sing songs of pale harvest songs of rust and water of a laughter finer than silk live free; stretch yourself long past the dawn says [...]

what the body is thinking at the cliff, at the forehead of laughter in the flower in the mouth

i need to talk about the risks of living what happens beyond the cracked white foliage and cut glass arrangements when dawn shakes the walls and i have nothing to do with the rest of my life but sing quite possibly, unhearable quite possibly, unsayable and scarcely white

now, a man a single atom shaken in gloom invented in a garden worshipped in a parking lot made love with unpolished hands in a field of burnt orange poppies splits, decides makes wine dances with vengeance

names know each other it’s a fact the difference between reality and meaninglessness has no name —that’s your big wheel road riot imperial high chariot if you look it up in your dictionary you’ll find a statement of what doesn’t exist: pulpit constellations and mud-gripped cellos self-seeking arrows the soft delirium of counting backwards from [...]

i say there’s an  ocean  between holes in the  ocean and no one  believes me (just add a  tin can, it’s  heavier  than a cup of  coffee) i remember  one day  being born  as  the sun hissed  by my window the silence was rounder than a  peach not real silence  but a kind of torn [...]

a tall, thin-limbed fellow got a fork in his mouth in the instant, he’s mistaken for hungry “how you gonna let him dig when he ain’t got no bones?” because he can’t sing with a knife or a shovel look, it’s only his great wobbling jelly eyes, his fragile marrow nose that show us nothing [...]

note to Lazarus:  at the moment i am voodoo bound with the  help of incense and a  man who crowned himself  Buddha by candlelight what a vision, what a night paranoia isn’t the problem but remembering to  breathe—no—remembering to  sing—like some kind of whiskey bird  or a high-pitched circus this idea—it won’t  respond forever like [...]