November 21, 2017

The wind that wraps itself
Into the limb of night
Has brought this leaf
Straying to my window,
As if intending some watery trade
To me as I once vainly to your lips,
Those that I remember—
Fragrant artificer of clouds
By whose power might’ve been converted
How many storms’ swift scimitar
To rustles and mere murmurs of sleep.
But your barren inclination with my disaster matched
Made of inarticulate and too subtle force nothing.
Yet not nothing has my thought condensed
In the misty chamber of alleviated time
To signification beyond all trails’ decay
Behind morbid, torrential weather...
How distant you are to this leaf
Which I know in wending dream will ease away,
And from my mind’s false assignment depart—
Tomorrow, unseen, pressed out in the shade,
Richer to have given, not lost, its colors.

August 5, 2017

to pikes! o MEGALODON
my lines blood-raked
minutes gone
in vagrant waters clipped
slight halberds
take an ear, a lip
leave mine
  the summoned breezes
your shimmer
like a dear, fervent star
(the right star)
that once glided o'er
the honeyed, whispering sea
in me
vivid, unseen—
but now you are here
& I love your teeth upon the foam

July 30, 2017

in error
 identical worlds
  a crusade
   where flames come off
    my own sail
     welcome!
      captive shadow
       subpar peaches
        a p r o p e r r e n d i t i o n

July 8, 2017

its drops become my finger
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—

beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer

December 23, 2016

no more the dry metallic sun
or the red haze burnt
nor skin heavy as earth
when the wild skirmishing dust
whose cry is familiar to me
finds rest on my tongue
I will sink into this spire of wind
and this dune, the powder of my blood,
till there's nothing left to wither
but the silent uncoding dark
whose face
  is familiar to me

December 2, 2016

a violent elision—
this change of color
this second bloom
the whiteness racing
against pure blue
—you might too
with mute vigor
chase morphoses
in the silver-marrowed air
or! waking
gather to yourself
in its bright extension
the time-lapse of another
parting

September 10, 2016

leftward, towards light
the only true ruin

spear in the daybreak sun
make me hands
like kinetic incense
on the mothed wind
be a relic of me
high-dispersed((  see
your memory's action
disedge and reply
elsewhere in
the grass
             and
peaks
far

June 8, 2016

gothic blur
revisit me
salt-dazzled
frail
unshoulder my listing
to lines of ease, never—

June! how these days of nothing    compile
(like meekly accentuated breaths)

June 7, 2016

I am as disembodied
   as this bled-out
   too-distant morning:
subtle flesh
thinly speak
close over
when I most miss
when I’m vaguely aware
the phone is ringing
fresh skin—
my best relapse
invokes dreams
?whichway which beyond

April 21, 2016

do small things
if I seem
just in time
not to see
myself in a different window
frame-rusted, chewed
voice: a whisper
sibyl    in the broken snow
scraping with her fingernails
a knot in a strand of hair
  brushed over
    grew
    lamplight in my hand

April 20, 2016

where I should begin anew
by your perfect thought
love!
my stranger
  off-pink
your maw
  open to search
save me
the trouble of departing
the study of names..
  replacement

March 14, 2016

can it come
swollen drabness
unclean
stride
and the rain      gets suddenly louder darker beige done

March 10, 2016

skin of animals
all she is
corner print
ammo print
spend weakly here
prefer
silence to music
the sensation of travel
bite

March 7, 2016

leaves that follow me
in the morning
(I am quieter than you are)
—show me!
swiftness of autumn//
nothing is swept

as I move
barely

November 20, 2015

Magnolia stellata—
Your funereal bloom
Petals the ground still damp with rain,
Softens my ragged, encumbered pace
That wants to loiter and receive
Your gestured reprieve,
And remain stationed in your sullen grace
Beyond the pensive transport of night
Rolling by and gathering
All wreaths
Like smoky, mingled constellations
Into its colder arms,
And carrying with them
The maimed pallor of its own endless return.

To this place also in memory only
Will I myself come again,
Setting coarser or darkened shroud
Over your barest abstraction of stars…

September 29, 2015

Only I don’t know
How to go—
Hail, negation of pursuit!
(Somewhat more calamitous your silence is to me.)

September 15, 2015

The First Altar

Everything about me heals more slowly—
Rough are my walls of clay
To my own labored swipe of palm;
Their warmth is hesitant breath,
Their rifts, hard shadows’ latch.
Oh pay, pay,
So on my drowsy bones lay
What sensation of renewal may size and buy!
And when I am like an elemental wrought
To span the distance of his realm,
How green an earth would I myself guard,
How soft the closure of its lapis dome.

April 25, 2015

In blowing sand we lie waiting
Like moths in a rough cocoon
For a final swell of sunset to unbury
Phoenix in its vivid transpose of light.
Empress of ephemeral rising
Summon perpendicular to the world
On wings of weightless fire
That brief, spun iridescence
Beckoning us to relinquish or desire
All the right things and resolve
The beauty that is possible,
The ease that wants love

March 26, 2015

Run in heart,
In loudness of blood that excites
Or numbs,
In throes of trajectory
Raw with sheen,
In choreography of rites
Long expectant—

Come the morning
I will do
Something awake
And forgive
Every imperfect match...

March 18, 2015

Back to that already shifted place
Back to those distinct preparations of the dead
Back to my dream that recalls another
(How blue, blue, blue is the east!)
Now, when even the desire to transform barely compels,
Whom shall I see anew
Walking over
So calmly
In the water

March 5, 2015

to a closeup of SATURN:
may your great, stricken wing pacing above
be my fortunate guide
through division and encounter
along vast curvatures of night
til every slender partition of me
comes to be rinsed of gild
and finds in your kinder shade
that tepid dissolve I adore

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February 11, 2015

Not a place to idle in,
This vale whose silence makes me slow
To approach the blush around the bend
Or retraverse demure impressions laid
On terrain unaccustomed to passage—
But corralled here,
All that my vision captures are
Alien hues,
The grayness of fire

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November 21, 2014

Yes the moon is what I’d like to eat
Standing in the extenuation of space
Waiting for things to come that would not
If I merely walked by

Even in a less annihilative mood
To you I still don’t know what to say
Ten fruitless summers and autumns on

September 16, 2014

Obviously I’m tied up
Between two mirrors facing each other:
My handler—

Overlap

(Who would not burn
With the ineffectual menace of a storm outside
When he is hid?)

Everything is far away:
Those makeshift sails of thunder,
Telemetrically mine,

Have almost rescinded their ardor,
Their hand
To pry me forward, shake me

Onto other custodies,
And the enactment of a spring
Never mine…

September 16, 2014

how I’m framed,
with a sickly adenium for company,
creating steam for the life after
(no doubt it would be even briefer
than the shadow of a leaf in water)
those little efficiencies,
softer spines
come unattached like a diffuse toxin
to lay me down
while the sun is
to a different degree
by

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August 28, 2014

drift in my atmosphere
orange & blue
you, your mission
and that backlight too
and if I seem to move
you know where to vector to
because we've seen each other do stranger things
than change the parameters of our orbit

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