tell me the entire face is mine even the subtle interior like a toy silver bell tell me the riddle at the end of the nose is also mine a red letter "r" or an ember of hair a wing where innocent elbows used to be as if to say, we are each standing at [...]
Tag: poetry
Unspoken Etiquette of Weather
Salvador Dalí, Skull with its Lyric Appendage Leaning on a Night Table Which Should Have the Exact Temperature of a Cardinal Bird's Nest, 1934. there’s a chemical basis for everything under the sun frogs' legs, leotards the surreality of a piano in a cool, dry desert this poem, i believe, is organic sexual gravitational like [...]
Coda, Or the Curious Octaves of Lily Pads
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets [...]
The Bitter Lives of Orange Tulips
the inventors of these space outfits have never endeavored to count to infinity; have never proven sufficiently the reality of bees; nor the supernatural origins of monochrome gardens long lines of matchstick flowers a handful of underwater birds; or the fish of this haiku to say nothing of our vanishing love stories the bitter lives [...]
Conversations with an Angry Lover
there’s something so contemporary about loneliness, don’t you think? where the sky crumbles in a flower or a bed beneath the moon take a crow on a wire, for example calling out angels, fielding interruptions it’s the same savage desire for oneness beyond-ness. and who can compete with that? who would measure our souls against [...]
The Invitation
The Invitation, paper collage, 2020 the crow, the shunted earth a detestable paradox, i’d say a man, the shadow of a man could have been anyone. i am troubled by his stillness, his lethargy of mind a woman, face like an amber moon begins to move & wonders if she is a messenger or a [...]
Venus Flies at Night
Salvador Dalí, The Hallucinogenic Toreador, 1968-70 Venus flies at nightrugged-faced androgynous as a whistlea cactus breeds listens with two heads at the same time(a bit like walking without sunshine)perhaps a better woman would have squeezed the worldno. a better woman would have told you happiness is singing with your hair downin spite of all the [...]
Bonsai Love Letter
not everything profound moves; not everything peaceful is organic this poem is really a form animal—a bonsai love letter or a jigsaw falling into place (either way, a climax in both entity and arrangement) what i think i’m after: an epic poem including history, an awareness of history (these things aren’t the same) seems desperate, [...]
“Why wait?”
"Why wait?" Paper collage, 2021. we’re well-suited for decay. in less time than it takes to say this, i’ll have penciled in the image of a garden and replaced it with a facsimile of the moon a bodiless path that leads wherever i choose my mind’s asleep on a bed of goldfish and i am [...]
Pomegranate Song
what i see beneath me is not me what clings to my boot soles & the contours of their soft downward skin not the politics of starry nights not the alchemy of everyday objects to live; to keep time on & stranger still the risk of borrowed footprints for awhile no. wherever you are; wherever [...]
