Poetry
considering the nunnery
This morning on my way to the dump, / working on a poem for your sister’s wedding, / but late for an appointment with the mechanic / (and irritated because you had...
meet again
Him dead three tears, and I’m wearing his shirt. / Them days is over. Summig on the uh, radio, / No, wireless. The old songs. His shirt hung up / By the...
untitled, november 23, 2006
why breathe air. why feet / / would you want to trust another technology. / other than what you can see that breaks. / / there is nothing more satisfying...
from Aphrodite’s Birds
come, my birds. / let me whistle you down from the winter branches, / the bleached sky, / let me tease you into the open. / / i have decorated my...
surface
Le ciel est paré / d’eau douce et d’aveux / / cette douleur / dans un lieu habité: nos corps / et puis les songes que remue / un sommeil bref...
she seven
7. Number seven is a crooner, a jukebox ass-swayin’ horny as spring-fucking / crooner. She sings and she giggles. The sound of her laugh drains into me, a / stingy sap. I...
zone of noon or, how to eat a pear
It requires a shift in perspective, an escape from linear / assumptions. Start from the top, not from the side. This is not a / still life. There is only sunshine, hunger,...
untitled
it was a nice little haiku / that dr. khoowhoo shared with my girlfriend and me / in the state i was in i can’t really remember it but it went something...
vanishing point
bye-bye time last summerbummer with Nana & Grandpa / them in tummy of Dumbo-Jumbo going up up light & itsy in the big blue / now her own first ride on the...