I name you

When I dream it is the most terrible tease of you on me on you in you Together down the road of life discovering together that each day is a puzzle for the solving; that each word has root in the eyes and that my hands cannot keep a secret not from you. and did…

a spring wednesday

this evening the release of toxins corrosive acid on the skin watching it bubble and smiling. this evening I’ll believe anything that I hear or I read; finally fires have been allowed to burn in the pits prepared for them. this evening the front of my head is the fruit of my body and eternity, if…

lullaby

a dream: I am standing on the sea folding the night in my pocket, beholding you: your skin stretched as canvas for the stars the remaining sunlight splashing upon it, innocence, coy smiles and linear lightning. the two of us sinking and rising, wet then dry, reaching then accepting, nerves and light and rising wetness…

the theory of evolution

I’ve read the theory of evolution Felt the splinters turning In their lathe There is smoothness There is an arc– The glint I am trying to forget. I know that the truth is Unseeable, a ship without An anchor…aware of the waves It creates. Who will I become But only what I am Running from….

calcified

The ghost of you passes over my chest and Takes many forms: Is the beginning and end of my day, Awake I am with you, Haunted–yet I still believe; I still believe and it kills me, I do not know from where My bountiful weakness springs But it tastes like you, flows Like you. I…

coffee buzz, argyle socks

Looking up I’m staring past leaves, Branches, feeling better Than I look–leaned back, Coffee buzz, Argyle socks. From where I sit: Sixteen shades of green, A memorial hastily erected to The daylight hours, The meek expenditure of labor. One brick building Abutted with One brick building. I have beer on the mind, No matter the…

a river and a cloud

It’s the finite fractures and ordinary fissures of the heart that last long after the heartbreak to remind you that love is both a river and a cloud. So drink of the water while you can and store up for the long, crazy days in the desert: facing worse than temptation, facing worse than succumbing– facing…

the 167th day

Who asked us to define freedom? To pluck at its string To make A chord of comfort; Freedom is not a word That should be used to Placate the masses, but make no Mistake, the masses are starving And will eat shit if that is what Is fed to them. But if we must, we must….

etymology

my mouth on yours is the word saccharine. my sigh is the word mystery. & what I give you is the word life. my retreating hand is the word home. my tongue is the word chaos. we are waiting to be read, you & I, to be painted, written and then to learn our etymology, our silence, the tenets of our…