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but death is simple
a place to talk shit
to license grief or barring that to kill it | img2poems |
gloved white magician for a sec
he even sees the calla lily's furl
in the gesture of voila | img2poems |
i learned about love
she did not mind at all
the silent steady distance i placed between us | img2poems |
but the queen came to see only me and i saw her
and my life for a while was dismissed
and so repaired | img2poems |
once i lit three twigs and fanned the smoke
from miles away
into the girl who jumbled scales through my spine | img2poems |
c: or it reaches the furthest point
the branch turns from us and is for some arc
fully quiet | img2poems |
something blasted from a boom box in a music store
something in the ineffable clips of light
disappeared over the river | img2poems |
he stood hearing it again
the precise shudder the arrow
sought and returned to flaming | img2poems |
as barbara cohen in high school said about politics
it's interesting giving the word four earnest syllables
in-ter-est-ing | img2poems |
i'm not so much crusted with parasangs or dipped in leagues as fried in miles of a journey resembling the arc between cleo and asp
the jacuzzi on a timer sank a quarter-hour in froth on a fifty-degree afternoon
there were sight lines to windy breakers heaving palms we floated like epiphytes grown from pond scum flowers of the abyss | img2poems |
it's the nickel in my cheap wedding ring that brings on this rash that starts at the corners of my lips
the ring bought at age twenty-one paid for with the tips from buddy's crabs and ribs
which i now paint religiously with clear nail polish on the inner band across the names the ampersand where the graving bit exposed the nickel | img2poems |
my library is wreathed in double staircases climbing to a glass dome
i imagine birds trapped at the top a cucucurrucued curricula forming and dissolving figures ad hoc
insofar that these are books that were ernes atom-wise in former eons | img2poems |
the abbess of streoneshall caedmon's abbess hilda was announced to her mother in a pregnancy dream: a most valuable jewel delivered from under her garments
she wrote one of the books in this aerie this library wreathed in double staircases lodged also in subdural interfaces
insofar as we're just pre-ceviche pre-cadavers-reinterpreting-flan lynette let's research articles with babies at our feet: on welsh architecture the potato tax coracles | img2poems |
listless as in transcending
desire or not rising
to greet it | img2poems |
you come to tell me
you're saving money
by cooking for yourself | img2poems |
yesterday he said he saw buttercups a type of flower
you go over the tracks first on the other side of the river
and there they are | img2poems |
womb/vagina sets are unusual too if genuine
standards are from china they are recycled sheepskin wallets
i was shocked too when i heard this | img2poems |
they've made new lingo to go with the genuine penis
they say unicorn i say wasabi
apparently almost everyone gets green horseradish with sushi | img2poems |
when i say wasabi near japan it's island
of slow unit dance or remarkable mask
when i say new world it's where the newly suited go | img2poems |
it's not like anything gets taken out
unless it's rotten which it probably isn't
because i feel okay and you look alright | img2poems |
there's not as much empty space as we thought
in the old blueprints that made donuts
in space the halo the homeric lure | img2poems |
the one electron penis and the drone
i've been sick and found all this out because i couldn't
get out of bed and there was a diamond near my head | img2poems |
it's the forward going
i'd like to go boldly
i've kept a card of energy | img2poems |
wilderness saved from childhood
of this secret one must be silent
so the sun can trust us | img2poems |
kids need each other
better they never get
separated entirely | img2poems |
well i myself am not myself
and which power of survival i speak
for is not made of houses | img2poems |
it is inner luxury of golden figures
that breathe like mountains do
and whose skin is made dusky by stars | img2poems |
i have no sense of what this means to you so little
sense of what to make of it myself save one lit glimpse
of how we live and move a more expansive sense in whom | img2poems |
got a prayer
if i had two hands
to rub together i wouldn't waste the air | img2poems |
find me when
you want
i'll wait | img2poems |
and as quietly as the sound of kleenex
being pulled from a box
i sneezed | img2poems |
and a rose opened her portals
and the scent ran up an elephant's trunk
or tried to | img2poems |
what rises in such a clearing
what stays home
checking and re-checking the egg | img2poems |
easy to fix the lens
but nearly impossible to reach it
as far out from us as it has drifted already | img2poems |
she came into my view as vivid as
somebody on a screen in a movie seen
elegant in the focus of my eye | img2poems |
other people were there wearing pajamas
streaming out of some hideyhole or other
into the way that that was how i saw them | img2poems |
i mean of the dancer to the audience
flirtatious and familiar only for you
and entirely impersonal and withheld | img2poems |
untouchable and untouched and moving to
the sounds of something else from somewhere else
the music maybe of his madness was it | img2poems |
it was as if he skated in solitude
and glided whirling on a lonely tarn
far out away from everything there is | img2poems |
to make our list
we bring more and more
money to the table but the list outruns it | img2poems |
coinage of the not-yet-wholly
hardened custodians of public
health as health is roughly measured | img2poems |
wrote about our parents in the garden
and mindfulness
but first | img2poems |
when a body is ripe it falls and rots from the softest spot
only when a child slips and drops off a tree
the tree suddenly learns that it is barren | img2poems |
for that is what we are made for for that
we are created
until the dark hours are done | img2poems |
and we rise again in the dawn
infinite particles of the divine sun now
worshipped in the pitches of the night | img2poems |
the blind man was traveling home with his fate
now thankful for blindness
happy about it | img2poems |
there were two kingdoms only
the first of them threw out both him and me
the second we abandoned | img2poems |
under a bare sky
i for a long time soaked in the rain of my body
he for a long time rotted in the rain of his | img2poems |
every day i go to earn my bread
in the exchange where lies are marketed
hoping my own lies will attract a bid | img2poems |
my birth without me
was a blemished offering on the collection plate
a moment of flesh imprisoned in flesh | img2poems |
gunshot
if it strikes me in hanoi
it strikes again in prague | img2poems |
a little smoke floats up
and my me dies like an eighth-month child
will my me one day be my contemporary | img2poems |
where the immemorial and the instant meet opening and distance appear
through the opening: a door crack of light
behind the door a kitchen | img2poems |
where the knife rises and falls clouds gather disperse
a lightspeed joining of life and death cut
in two: halves of a sun of slowness | img2poems |
little soul
you have wandered
lost a long time | img2poems |
the fairy tales warn you
do not go in
you who would eat will be eaten | img2poems |
you want to have feet
you want to have eyes
you want to have fears | img2poems |
the first man down the ladder neil
spoke words that we remember now
one small step | img2poems |
a
taupe
wald | img2poems |
as
her
midst | img2poems |
my
polk
m'edge | img2poems |
those
any
synonyms | img2poems |
about
which
atlantic | img2poems |
where is that room you woke to
by clock-light at a
m | img2poems |
forest
into desert just like that
no time flat considering | img2poems |
distraction proves fatal in death
a curtain of butter imprints
in air | img2poems |
memory springs like crocuses in bloom
self conscious and
precise | img2poems |
he does not see his reflection in the river
the arching of speech
over s as he is becoming | img2poems |
curvature of spine as it cracked on a misty morning
a shadow
evades the wall | img2poems |
crows pick the last offerings
you are someone else uncle no
more | img2poems |
the context of my story changes when you enter
then i am dung
then the everyday waking person | img2poems |
knot on my neck the rest would be so easy
i'll pray without a god there is no hell
then slip through petals through petal after petal | img2poems |
it was a miracle our ignorance
it was grace
incarnate how we never knew | img2poems |
like any penelope my armor is resignation
although i thought i would lift the bow myself
and draw | img2poems |
and like the sea
one more machine without a memory
i don't believe that you made me | img2poems |
incrementally i stand
in me are eons and the cramp
of endless ancestry | img2poems |
sun is in the leaves again
i think i see you in the wind
but then i think i see the wind | img2poems |
broken heel covered in wet newspaper and
huddled up next to the highway
all thumbs | img2poems |
i saw the shrouds of prisoners
like baptismal gowns
buried outside the cemetery | img2poems |
took notes then stuck
awful residue
from a small cut | img2poems |
the cuff is frightening
stuffed onto oil
water-stains might fence its ghost in | img2poems |
the article of clothing
is only half there it's not full
but when it falls forward it is | img2poems |
terrible emptiness of the spread
neckline and little sleeve
half-cooked squares | img2poems |
maybe they are floating on water
of paint pool-sized
blue and ridged like foam | img2poems |
the cheetah panther jaguar and lynx
conjure images of sphinx
and other trademarked names | img2poems |
i tell you this out of principle
that spiraling around a theme
can supercharge a meme | img2poems |
he has wings
song is a temporary thing
he wants to own his music | img2poems |
being is slightly corrupted
by the thinking that's one-upped it
and will never love again | img2poems |
the coin changed hands
identical with a will
to transact | img2poems |
in the backyard
once filled the center
of my pale fist | img2poems |
her place on the stump
still wears my shadow
like a stain | img2poems |
water froths over the boulders
tugs at the boy's footing
almost | img2poems |
remember what they deny you won't hurt you
what they spare you you must make shine
so shine shine | img2poems |
a horse
released of the traces
forgets the weight of the wagon | img2poems |
but he is free to turn : this is the speaking tree
it calls your name
it tells us what we mean | img2poems |
as light begins in the elm
pushing the long elm branches into night
a ghost light pressing sky | img2poems |
stage props
mumble rigidities
the audience | img2poems |
was tun sie gott
what will you do
god when i am dead | img2poems |
let us count
into
the darkness | img2poems |
vanished those species begone
those tribes those peoples those nations
myrmidon ottoman olmec huron and kush: gone gone and goodbye | img2poems |
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