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,
Bleedthrough,
And the unusable other side.
Stippling a gridded pad,
But I am really made
Of feathering,
Bleedthrough,
And the unusable other side.
August 10, 2013
Piled under sunrise,
Death in a cart
Overheard:
The streets are beautiful before people.
Death in a cart
Overheard:
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?
—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
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 4, 2013
Some day to follow
Your serene skatings by
Lodged in a groove
Long ago dimensioned
And chiseled out.
Image
Your serene skatings by
Lodged in a groove
Long ago dimensioned
And chiseled out.
Image
June 30, 2013
Ghost in the lamp:
Buzz, buzz—
Oh I’m lanced by a filament
And become a crazed, burning smell.
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.
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.
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.
Image
Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.
Image
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.
Image
Dancing steps lascivious and blue
In circles about your bristled fire
Gilding the frigid lips of night.
Image
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
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.
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.
Image
Silver medalist in the hammer throw,
But less competitive at the burrowing meet,
Amidst the suffocation and clamoring debris.
Image
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.
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
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
IKEA.com
Because that’s the name stamped
(Darker than graphite)
On the Bilbo-sized pencil
With those six unvarnished faces
And an off-center lead.
IKEA.com
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.
And bait my inclination with false augury
Whispered in swollen heaps of feathers
That only my disheveled tomorrow will preen.
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