The baking blackness,
electric separation, finding
same holiday greeting card
lines no matter placing truth,
a blistered confession to be made,
of axel wobble sentiments.
The baking blackness,
each night has its particular music.
state of mind is fluid.
landscapes are multivisional.
you have eyes in the back of your many heads.
something like the train ride. talismanic.
proffered you to Fez.
Where there are a few people gathered together
to form a ventricle,
a partial mission evolves, the familiar
is made partisan, approaching
the divine undressing of
the surrender to a riddle.
Before she was a gangster she was a cop. Before she was a cop she was a bee tamer. And before she was a bee tamer she was a mini Bernhardt in a gray fedora. She cross-dressed and crossed-over, stuck her hand into a world and kept her mouth shut.Read More
It's so fragile
It only takes a syllable
There is a flag on fire and amazing grace
I love you rage
I hate you face
"Just as an explorer penetrates deeply into new and unknown lands, one makes discoveries in the everyday life, and the erstwhile mute surroundings begin to speak a language which becomes increasingly clear. In this way, the lifeless signs turn into living symbols and the dead is revived."Read More
Rapture is our native tongue.
Words, the rungs we climb
from the cleft of our longings
to the free fall of innocence.
We are the walking memories of the earth
its broken beauties,
the ghostly songs of
forgotten fathers in the
unmentionable folds of purple,
of mingled blood and piss and tears.
to the sun
& to the moon
& to the tides
& to the rains
& to the opening
& closing of lilies
milk flows. the falls leave the boats tied in clusters with cord. half the day is spent just longing. the moon over the pale trees sunset in the breeze. cork floats. after a while muscle the enemy. undone by nudging fruit inside the swaddling clothes. half an hour. noon passes. waste a little on the white cloth.Read More
the following are normal sounds
a dishwasher makes
throughout a lunar eclipse:
and her squinting suitor,
a boy who resembles Julio Iglesias,
all lush hair, even teeth, and sturdy hands.
The two of them folded into a creaking Chevy
with their respective mothers, soon to be