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 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
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
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
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
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
September 3, 2016
bit of molding on the low wall
good place to thump your brains… out
/a prudent time for deceleration
if I could slow any further
good place to thump your brains… out
/a prudent time for deceleration
if I could slow any further
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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…
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.)
How to go—
Hail, negation of pursuit!
(Somewhat more calamitous your silence is to me.)
September 15, 2015
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.
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
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...
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
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
Image
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
Image
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