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coyote girls in myth-time
at the central dream of edenic treasures
the irrevocable annihilation of christian civilization is taking shape with carnivorous flowers of volcanic thought | img2poems |
i thought jack abramoff was my buddy
a small fish with a large chicken
what a dick | img2poems |
doesn't anyone care about my feelings
all i wanted to do was kill little birds
because you know that's fun | img2poems |
goosedown a thistle fluff naked and
hatless unaccounted for and extra
the world like a world like a world | img2poems |
farewell to you my hopes my wonted waking dreams
farewell self-pleasing thoughts which quietness brings forth
and farewell friendship's sacred league uniting minds of worth | img2poems |
you better hope you never see angels on the rez
if you do they'll be marching you off to
zion or oklahoma or some other hell they've mapped out for us | img2poems |
my brothers and sisters were giddy shredding
his stained t-shirts and raggedy pants throwing them up
into the air like confetti | img2poems |
a few stray dogs came to the window
i heard their stomachs and mouths growling
over the mariachi band playing in the bathroom | img2poems |
i brought up the pots and pans and spoons
banged them
together like a new year's day celebration | img2poems |
i seen the troops shoot people
they ride around with guns
almost like we was in a prison camp | img2poems |
no the place wasn't on fire
it was some children upstairs
playing with the fire extinguisher | img2poems |
like hell
and like i said i never in my life grew up in a house
with millions of people | img2poems |
two hours later they drop us water
and half of it burst open
cause they was so high up when they dropped it | img2poems |
the news got us out
not the national guard not the mayor not blanco
the news people is the only ones who got us out | img2poems |
channel got me out
channel
the rest of them was there to kill us | img2poems |
i got tired of convention centers
i wanted
to come the hell up out of that damn convention center | img2poems |
born on monday and a tiny
world-containing grain of light
passed through each eye like heaven through a needle | img2poems |
he rolled on wednesday rolled his whole body
full of immense salt spaces slowly
from one horizon to the other | img2poems |
and on saturday he tested a footstep
and the sky came down and alit on his shoulder
full of various languages in which one bird doesn't answer to another | img2poems |
and on sunday he dreamed he was flying
and his mind grew gold watching the moon
and he began to sing to the brink of speaking | img2poems |
i am watching the movie twelve angry men
because there is a character in it
who reminds me of him | img2poems |
in the forest of wearisome sadness
where one day i found myself wandering alone
i met my heart who called to me asking me where i was going | img2poems |
it's not just this
every written word is a suicide note
and a love letter too | img2poems |
if you are going there by foot prepare
to get wet
you are not you anymore | img2poems |
while washing dishes with a bleeding hand
there's a line that cleaves things come apart
things join in wholes of which they are a part | img2poems |
not what is your name
but what
the battle | img2poems |
safe from the elements
protected from rust
and more esoteric forms of corrosion | img2poems |
my father gave me a rosewood chess set when i turned twelve
and it probably wasn't love just a lucky last-minute guess
at the toy store which is probably what most love is anyway | img2poems |
and she mortally threatened wholly unaware
that i do this daily alone with the gold last light
in what seems to me an act of love | img2poems |
who are you
the king asks
it is not like that the seer says | img2poems |
the seer leaves the king alone in his throne room
and starts walking to china kicking up gravel
hurrying to find the next king | img2poems |
those flowers i've only heard of
to whatever there is and isn't
above | img2poems |
what kind of delusion are you under
the life he hid just knocked you flat
you see the lightning but not the thunder | img2poems |
what god hath joined let no man put asunder
did god know you'd marry a rat
what kind of delusion are you under | img2poems |
his online persona simply stunned her
as it did you when you started to chat
you see the lightning but not the thunder | img2poems |
to the victors go the plunder
you should crown them with a baseball bat
what kind of delusion are you under | img2poems |
languishing yet at the very
bottom rung letting go my grip
long before the blessing | img2poems |
how we huddled all night in our small house
moving between rooms
emptying pots filled with rain | img2poems |
i want to live there someday across that street
and listen to him
yap yap yap | img2poems |
as the nurse puts my cheek to sleep
and the doctor begins to burn
those summers away | img2poems |
she's with grandma in front
of grandma's house backed
by a willow tree gladiola and roses | img2poems |
no doubt mother frowns
behind the lens wants
to straighten this sassy face | img2poems |
in fact you
couldn't prove
they're not | img2poems |
it is summer
under our butter bread
summer's hunger satisfied | img2poems |
penciled seagull in the margin
following line by line
the path you took i imagine no print so fine | img2poems |
don't call it a failure call it knowledge
the peculiar taste that filled his mouth
as if he had bitten his cheek | img2poems |
whatever he risked did not matter whatever
he could imagine was already lost
bored the other boy coughed into his hands | img2poems |
evening falls
someone's playing a dulcimer
its voice touches and parts the air of summer | img2poems |
i'm moving from grief street
taxes are high here
though the mortgage's cheap | img2poems |
when i throw them out
it may frighten you
and maybe me too | img2poems |
a new embroidery of flowers canary color
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover | img2poems |
how deep does that go
how do you know
do you think you're a seer | img2poems |
him anymore
whatever
i'm all like | img2poems |
we did speak like that
as if from a book of psalms
because it took up the sky | img2poems |
no other church though i don't know its rite
could so from head to epididymis
move me with deep devotion to its site | img2poems |
these are the nights men run
guaymas before midday
a beach-town life | img2poems |
i wear my heart on my sleeve
or rather both sleeves since
it's usually broken | img2poems |
of the mares i will have left only early morning
who won't know that i will soon take her hide
turn it into an ocean that will at last cleave open my skull | img2poems |
well that's memory for you that's so-called
civilization for you to layer up
to redo the already done | img2poems |
something perverse about that
something perfectly fiendishly self-conscious about that
ask | img2poems |
how can you
be in two places at once
when you're not anywhere at all | img2poems |
fine
fuck it
start over | img2poems |
they're not
that smart anyhow a stage-whispering drunk from the back
of our imperial realm mile the park road | img2poems |
have at it
please explain
please fill in this blank | img2poems |
the spirit leans
intrigued the other part bored then there's want
then there's wait | img2poems |
thus begins the beef between bird and bee
the isthmus isolating
order from chaos | img2poems |
of primped snakes
he thought
but it is the cold weight of scales that protects | img2poems |
and when i tell frances i see she is a moon
motionless in the doorway skin reflecting
a lamp a face that awakens on paper | img2poems |
yet an hour can have shape and proportion
four walls a ceiling
an hour can be dropped like a glass | img2poems |
a chimney swift flits through the fumatorium
i long for one last blue democracy
which has broke my heart a while | img2poems |
goodbye luck you idiot
said the fox to the grapes
i love you replied the grapes | img2poems |
i know that rarity precedes extinction
like that of the purple orchid in my garden
whose sudden disappearance rattled me | img2poems |
jane in her way is also beautiful
and therefore near extinction i suppose
she is certainly rare and fragile of bone | img2poems |
she insists she is dying day by dubious day
and spends her evenings looking at photographs
of her mother who never believed in love | img2poems |
i moved my chair into sun
i sat in the sun
the way hunger is moved when called fasting | img2poems |
she said her vows near the shore where
the emigrants set down their consonantal n
on afternoon on the end of everything at the start of ever | img2poems |
better to marry than to burn
she quotes
she don't know us | img2poems |
in a precisely lighted room the cfo speaks
of start-to-start dependencies
says let me loop back with you | img2poems |
still one table away
these two with gnarled empretzled hands
seem unhappy in the old way | img2poems |
where half the people in your life have gone dissolving
your sense of time which was never supposed to have
an end | img2poems |
he puts his tools away
one by one lays them out carefully
on the deal table his work done | img2poems |
and this gulf of blues deep and shiny
the only place to be
between time and eternity | img2poems |
what if it were possible to vanquish
all this shame with a wash of varnish
instead of wishing the stain would vanish | img2poems |
what if you gave it a glossy finish
what if there were a way to burnish
all this foolishness all the anguish | img2poems |
what if you gave yourself leave to ravish
all these ravages with famished relish
what if this were your way to flourish | img2poems |
what if the self you love to punish
knavish peevish wolfish sheepish
were all slicked up in something lavish | img2poems |
what would be left if you couldn't brandish
all the slavishness you've failed to banish
what would you be without this gibberish | img2poems |
what if the true worth of the varnish
were to replenish your resolve to vanquish
every vain wish before you vanish | img2poems |
again today no miracles at hand
just in the field wrens who stab at milkweed pods
a nuthatch bargaining from its split branch | img2poems |
barred light
dunes coming on
and on | img2poems |
is losing itself
though the trees
are clearly limned | img2poems |
to spirit up my mare
in every shape but those appear
which taste and nature wear | img2poems |
i want only to admire the grass
the great locks of trees
that the idea is enough | img2poems |
who is it that actually sees herself
the heart center of the fragrance
billowing toward its end | img2poems |
and with tears put salt in these mythical tales
and with an arras weavers combe of box she fiercely smit
by sinking level with us l'enfant in the room | img2poems |
thy matchless mercy i implore
when i must wake to sleep no more
in realms of endless being | img2poems |
ca-ca
and we never even had the slightest
clue that che was camping out | img2poems |
a circle
what was needed was a circuit
and a good operating system | img2poems |
what's within is without being seen
to be so
optical anomaly as unexceptional | img2poems |
four left's a square
one way turning system
until it becomes its other way | img2poems |
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