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 [...]
Tag: writing
The Minimalist
what the body is thinking at the cliff, at the forehead of laughter in the flower in the mouth
A Symphony Dressed in White
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
Man, Love Maker
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
The Cosmic Art of Naming
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 [...]
This Old Drag
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 [...]
The man is bliss.
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
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 [...]
The Yellow Desert Poems
The Yellow Desert, paper collage, 2020 i. the notion of being civilized is heightened by shadows an infinite crust of time a sense of music to hold onto at the center of dawn, earth cries —is vibrant, mellow, happy we are the bystanders relics of liquid freedom ii. the mind breathes in strange waves dense [...]
Forest Within
Big Dreams, paper collage, 2020 neither is real. the nectar or the god the eye that plunges us into the storm like a bunch of savage, lonely children the truth is some miracles are dangerous the totalitarian revolutions of winter whispers and watercolors quaint maiden fields like a prayer for unjustified time or a mending [...]
