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not a mermaid but a lovely human being
the whole thing reminds me of the man trying to rescue a birdcage from the burning house
i am not normally a hunter of relics but | img2poems |
at family gatherings
a family friend liked gathering
the girls to make us sing rounds | img2poems |
we always wanted the spooky one
have you seen the ghost of tom
long white bones with the rest all gone | img2poems |
the sherif swore a full greate othe
by hym that dyede on a tre
that ever yet sawe i me | img2poems |
become the most common strangers
eventually
a street appears where they can meet again | img2poems |
i'd rather not share it but look look
at us now
lemon drops and cherry bombs | img2poems |
no longer interested in evil
the soul turns on its back
at the watering hole kicks its muscled legs | img2poems |
and the dream of myself as a baby
emerging from the mortal
body hoof by gleaming hoof | img2poems |
i went into one room and then i went into another
i was in a room inside a room
there i felt safe | img2poems |
we gave birth to a new generation
never touched hidden inside the
puerto rican mountains | img2poems |
we gave birth to a new generation
imaginable you-name-it-we-got-it
society | img2poems |
strutting beautifully alert alive
many turning eyes wondering
admiring | img2poems |
fast tongue moving street corner que
corta talk being invented at the insistence
of a smile | img2poems |
think of them again except
as monsters like yourself
pitiable because unforgiving | img2poems |
i make a reciprocal balance between light falling on the back of my eye to optic
nerve to pineal gland radiance stepping down to matter and my future self
opening out from this sight | img2poems |
a moment extends to time passing as sense impression of a rose including new
joys where imagined roses roses i haven't yet seen or seen in books record as my
experience | img2poems |
my dress is a visual image of unconscious affirmative processes the way spontaneity
expresses its order as i create a world stocking it with small dogs on the runway
handbags a bouillonne of rose tulle at the waist of a jacket | img2poems |
to go mad in surely it's been
nothing near this terrific face
i never in real head'd defenestrate | img2poems |
thou thynkest the to be none erthe i trowe
for yf thou dydest thou woldest than apply
to forsake pleasure and to lerne to dy | img2poems |
end of beach
a rock
in hand a fresh brioche | img2poems |
sight the neck like a rifle barrel
diagnose the truss rod sound
let's caress the fretwork inlays pearl and filigreed | img2poems |
my mind is a fuzz box today
hellhound's got my scent cornered me
in room -b with the hangman's disposition whiskey drinkers need | img2poems |
the left hand's a gyromantic dancer sinister
the cat's cradle
of tablature captures the dragonfly's hover its speed | img2poems |
spirits filled burn piles on the beach
smoke and salt infused
the fuselage that hummed the lunar music six strings received | img2poems |
shoulda quit you on the shoulder g singing backward alphabets
of sky
fingerprinted you thought they made your fingers bleed | img2poems |
i like my poems
they're
as good as rocks | img2poems |
the dead seal isn't a person it's poetry the seal
the hallmark
of selfhood dead grotesquely large and richly hardening | img2poems |
get rid of the controls
i want to
remember now | img2poems |
that queen that assyrian woman
was so cruel and that never
occurred to her | img2poems |
is this san francisco
is this san francisco
is this amerika | img2poems |
a feir feld full of folk fond i ther bitwene
of alle maner of men the mene and the riche
worchinge and wandringe as the world asketh | img2poems |
got to get it together
from formal folk
comes the shining | img2poems |
people will ask why should we care about this unattractive character
despite the fact that turning yourself into an admirable character
has been considered gauche for as long as i can recall | img2poems |
the word transparent is often affixed to such efforts
while the mystification surrounding the unflattering self-portrait
at least provides some cover | img2poems |
now someone will say you don't need cover
unless you're standing naked at a window
shouting 'look up here | img2poems |
have a good flight
do you believe
in reproduction | img2poems |
living
we don't discuss
here | img2poems |
a morning's silver announces sky
speech bent the tree into a new posture
my smile is becoming different from you | img2poems |
who forgets that we dream who forgets we dream
the dark is near
that loss was dark there that's darker | img2poems |
notice first
groove in couch
or tore up face | img2poems |
because when you were nine your father
was murdered
betrayed | img2poems |
because at nine your cunning was not equal
to iron-fastened
immense wood | img2poems |
hour in which acquisition
looks like and for
a moment is safety | img2poems |
hour in which the earth looking into
a mirror names what it sees
by the history of weapons | img2poems |
quat eylyt the stevene
quat is the befalle
lakkyt the eyther mete or drynk in kyng herowdes halle | img2poems |
quat eylyt the stevyn
art thu wod or thu gynnyst to brede
lakkyt the eyther gold or fe or ony ryche wede | img2poems |
that word was not so sone seyd that word in that halle
the capoun crew cristus natus est
among the lordes alle | img2poems |
decorating the dead is among the most basic
human instincts to return the borrowed body amp
acknowledge earth as maker amp home | img2poems |
today i broke your solar system
oops
my bad | img2poems |
your mama thought there was a secret in there
thought they would laugh
but that ain't it | img2poems |
i look into the noise mouth paper thin
my tongue a scatter of forgotten belongings
extinguishes the heat of home | img2poems |
to their pocketbooks
at the pearly gates
just in case | img2poems |
friend
nothing more
and bob's your uncle mate | img2poems |
blackie the small one mine
lapped at his insides
on the floorboard on the way to the doctor | img2poems |
mud on the guts
under a loaded wagon
crushed in the mud by the wheel | img2poems |
when a guard
smashes one the shell
cracks open and the muscles ooze | img2poems |
song of the nd
caged creatures
have curious moods | img2poems |
and they all made a home
with those of their own
rats bedbugs blacks | img2poems |
where do slackers go to get their jollies
where do they spend hours every day
where commit their most moronic follies | img2poems |
you sidle up and say can i get you a drink
she's shuffling cards and seems to want to play
a smile means try your luck guy don't you think | img2poems |
card game done why not get down to cases
up close her blue-green eyes seem less blase
all around you fools are pulling faces | img2poems |
how brief it is that fiery burst of thunder
brief as life brief as a winter day
to croak because you made a stupid blunder | img2poems |
and now this floating view down from the ceiling
blood soaks the spot where your dead body lay
what song what words express all that you're feeling | img2poems |
and if the dead can escape their tombs then
you trap wind as it enters the statue's mouth
and command it to rise walk | img2poems |
swimming in a drowned girl's lungs
they ask if it's true
if slaves are chained together on ships to prevent suicide | img2poems |
all this down
you leave me
only a chimney | img2poems |
we can't remember her name but we remember where
we buried her
in a blanket the color of a sky that refuses birds | img2poems |
it makes us rich
as croesus in his golden tears
and we are rarely hated for it | img2poems |
someone else's nostalgia honorable emotion
propelling ulysses toward ithaca and a woman
to set lilacs in her dooryard as her mother did | img2poems |
without formal acknowledgment
she was most certainly
the head of a community american | img2poems |
there are differences however if you care
to discover coming close respectfully
you must discover the landscape as you go | img2poems |
ripples of fish moon luminous insects
frogs owls crickets at their sound
deer raccoon badger come down to drink | img2poems |
at the water's edge the children are fishing
casting shadows from the enormous shoreline
everything functions in the function of summer | img2poems |
and gradually and not by chance the action
stops the children hush back among rocks
and also watch with nothing to capture but dusk | img2poems |
and i am not at all certain what all this means
if it means anything but feel with all my being
that i must write this down if i write anything | img2poems |
he's been gone over twenty-five years
we are in beth israel cemetery
block woodbridge new jersey for the unveiling and the sky is like lead | img2poems |
a decade
go from a to z to list the dead too many
to name but try: antoine byrd carlos delante | img2poems |
we take up wet rags and wash each wooden key
down its surface wet music
pooling onto our skin | img2poems |
to cuban ruben cross the hall who loved tongue amp chuck d father
figure by george michael who od'd
at the tunnel in mama's leopard print dress | img2poems |
reagan told us
from the small grave
of a tv screen | img2poems |
you think as you watch it turn there beautiful
world that can know itself only by
world soon it must colonize and infect the stars | img2poems |
what is tomorrow
that it cannot come
today | img2poems |
i think every day of how i'd save myself save
josey: stab the bad guy fall feet first punch the great white
in his eyeball play dead in the bullet-ridden mass grave | img2poems |
and i looked at the mini bar
and the bad abstract hotel art on the wall
and the dark tv set watching like a deacon | img2poems |
i am sorry if you offended me
role of disabled artist
always be sorry | img2poems |
no i'll wait until after i eat for another
but you go right ahead
here's a light | img2poems |
what did you expect
ruins
demeter without arms in the british museum | img2poems |
i don't believe in an afterlife she says
but after k
died i thought i might go after her | img2poems |
in case i'm wrong
in case she's somewhere
waiting | img2poems |
when we stacked our futile selves
against locked doors
our mumbles and groans | img2poems |
through the dying trees
like an app
-aloosa spooked by gunfire | img2poems |
besides you like leaks you're inside
the view as if hibernating
or crazy you try not to erupt | img2poems |
hypothesize the rest
the languor and freshet
the crags the serrated parade | img2poems |
ah ketty-san why so mori
maybe you need upgrade
of person | img2poems |
why raspberry jam tree
acacia acuminata
mungart | img2poems |
shataa baagad bullya
very last straw this angrez-propogandhi
silly as a cricket in pubes | img2poems |
many of them because it was cold went right on top
of their recent ancestors
it was an ice night | img2poems |
she does not care who sees her as she grips the stone
grapes feels the smooth crumbling cold
enter her hand fingers embracing a thing more fundamental than earth bone grit | img2poems |
for i have sized up a mountain's meters
come down jiffy by shake to the tune
of leagues and stones | img2poems |
for once there was the measure
of what an ox could plow
in a single morning | img2poems |
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