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December 28, 2013

How poorly I am ventilated,
To be so charted with perspiration
After mellowest exertion
From chasing nothing.

November 23, 2013

Dot smear
Sheath your massy wings
But not your blade's peak
Angel bestriding the world
Flash up
Swipe through
Go before me, show
Scarlet by the sun,

October 20, 2013

Cold Hands for Rent
Teeming and Persistent
Austere Comfort!

October 6, 2013

I've peeled away too much again—
Now blood pools at my lip
As quickly as I can dab away
Its taste on a paper towel frantically torn.

October 3, 2013

Coconut time off—
I'm juggling (random spin) a unicode egg,
Brassy toast.
Who's here?
What a break (fighting)
Whisk together, teach me
In the morning
To feel hunger again.

September 24, 2013

Go to,
And mime with a rictus
The creak and burring of life.
Parse, parse
This canyon in my tusk
Pledged to run deeper, swifter into dust—

September 20, 2013

Across a pool of primordial pitch,
Past shadows of trees that used to breathe,
Ferry me in a little ivory bark
Onto the margin of her siphoning strand.

September 17, 2013

Where I am always approaching,
Staring tunnels into walls—
A rapid, helpless folding back
Along creases in the paint.

August 28, 2013

There is so much movement in the melting of ice—
The way bubbles agitate and warp through cracks
(Like fingers on hands of fluid applause)
Almost faster than summer's brush and wave
Can transport once more through glassy chime
Its full anthem nearly sung.

August 24, 2013

This gunmetal cloud, driven into the horizon,
Towering fearfully in the distant gradient,
Is the torso and stiff arms of a colossus
(I will lean into your heart of alloy)
That might even pull the moon close
(Giant, insentient beauty)
And break it apart over vast water.

August 22, 2013

My weight is a series of dots
Stippling a gridded pad,
But I am really made
Of feathering,
And the unusable other side.

August 12, 2013

Creep in
All sleek dark
Resin dark
It’s not like

August 10, 2013

Piled under sunrise,
Death in a cart
The streets are beautiful before people.

July 16, 2013

A little while longer
—Always my reply
To each pixel a chromatic herald
Spinning through—
But how many more frames will race over me
In seconds and
Clicks gone by?

July 14, 2013

(I think I should like to find)
Brightest meteor, bursting white
(The crater where you smoking lie)
Trailing such a gleam of tail
(When you have fallen and dusk is red)
Behind the tree-topped horizon

July 9, 2013

What's jump
Only wish
Another wreck
I know

July 4, 2013

Some day to follow
Your serene skatings by
Lodged in a groove
Long ago dimensioned
And chiseled out.


June 30, 2013

Ghost in the lamp:
Buzz, buzz—
Oh I’m lanced by a filament
And become a crazed, burning smell.

June 23, 2013

The gray that your closed eyes see
Pens up leafing hierarchies
Behind escorts and stern banners
Joined to a wheeling procession.

June 20, 2013

Daylight spreads like a shivering harpy,
Wearies pursuit with tenacious chiding
Of every victorious ostentation
Barely warmed and clawing.

June 12, 2013

Your secluded eye as a scimitar bites
Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.


May 21, 2013

Show me horns like idols reddened,
Dancing steps lascivious and blue
In circles about your bristled fire
Gilding the frigid lips of night.


May 20, 2013

Are you gathered into a clump of nerves
Fatted with milky sheaths for me to climb
Downward through a vat of marrows
Bubbling like contours of rescinded urge

May 3, 2013

With all my hoarded composure
Flood reminiscence of a slightly brighter time
Playing too faintly for my thoughts to transcribe
Past those same repeated hooks.

April 29, 2013

Olympic mole:
Silver medalist in the hammer throw,
But less competitive at the burrowing meet,
Amidst the suffocation and clamoring debris.


April 25, 2013

Last chill of April—
Luckily I’m still hibernating.
One day I will want to look out,
Hopefully before winter’s hush.

March 14, 2013

Soft banana, rotting banana:
I squish you with my fingers' trip
(Not without fear of contagion)
To divine the mettle beneath your skin,
Whether carrion Time has sucked away
All your inward ripened store of state
—Or if there withstands some braver patch
Not too gross to eat

March 11, 2013

I want to visit
Because that’s the name stamped
(Darker than graphite)
On the Bilbo-sized pencil
With those six unvarnished faces
And an off-center lead.

February 4, 2013

Once more glide in the canted breeze
And bait my inclination with false augury
Whispered in swollen heaps of feathers
That only my disheveled tomorrow will preen.

January 23, 2013

Resemblance in the glass baring
Its gaunt and mutilated gaze
Like a stiff posy held close
To wild incongruent rushing.

January 15, 2013

Leave the crying of disfigured wings
And return like a bat clipped and raw
To my snout in bluish vapors hid
Behind horizon’s drooping sheet.


January 10, 2013

A feast for moody fingers:
Your harvest plump with discharge grinning
Sour incantation smeared
Docile and cold.

January 7, 2013

Preemptively willing my teeth to cut
Wells into the rippled skin
Tiling this year of the snake
That should otherwise devour me hissing
And leave for the wind
My desiccated echo.