In the public garden: something there is that doesn’t love a wall of undead daffodils.
The people who created Zoom
Might be shepherds of the devil
This is how I learned to speak.
A frantic architecture.
I mean, forensic architecture.
I was always somewhere
In one place
My hands are flagging cabs
They need holding
The computers were not edible.
But sure I couldn’t smell anyway, it wasn’t so disappointing to learn that smell does not trigger the memory of smell itself, but of something else related to it
Today the library is loud
The books are like untuned guitars
My life is like an ugly song
On radios in distant cars
the crisis in or out, and little false lakes growing up the rolling hillsides of the
South Platte drainage that stretches lazily all the way to the Missouri, passing
You are the voice
inside the engine
cleft / embattle scorched earth
shake every historical foundation
Between twilight monstrosities find the flight of
a tawny owl, serene stillness, fade of pine inhaled;
they grow their long, pale, vermicular bodies and the tiny
helmet-like shells they use to bore the tunnels
can’t hold a candle to the surface of the Gowanus
when it reflects the two nearby drum-like light vivid green
initial gasp at vibrant suddenness or past captivation by aromas
arrowing in my direction in a diagram of the kitchen, all my concepts
the page with the poem is
the page with the poem it
The schema of life insists
we feel our forward motion.
Like a Barbie drum. The droll
Drum of things thumbs
Thinginess into my system.
When I imagine lamentation,
I imagine laminating
I wanted a blue jay
in the basement,
I would never consider not burning my one sunglass a week, it is meaning replaces mouth for flipped image
The police won’t give me a chicken dinner
parallel offers advantage.
I have often found it
a difficult pursuit, to be deemed human
Give me an infinite winter.
The sun casts my dad’s shadow
at the soldiers knees
a chunk of blackness breaking
off from the night and besmoging
toothed belt which prevents stillness and manifests
as the feeling of mesh and emptiness
denial when you look in
like a pool reflecting
I look at eons, eras, mountains made from oceanic trench.
a glossy flank suggests itself again,
like something you remember
Should he eat
& some littlefern
In place or as part
Of other hearts
I heard each toe land & knee crack
& flexed my ankles in solidarity
as if Silly Putty were an accomplishment
serrated edges to lick while the failure wafers pile up inside your wish
mother observing rat
father observing mother observing rat
excavate a new toilet if you must verify
Easter at the megachurch. My favorite silk banner is hung.
It’s shimmery pink with a purple silhouette of a dying man.
The line break is mostly vanity: wearing cologne at the airport.
Improvised explosive devices play out a song,
Inspired by the means of production, to come with me.
The zoned and the asylums
Every child wants to drive down the dirt road to the canyon alone, just to prove a point.
Carved by water Playing w the denouement
It's true what you said this morning when the fog was low that roses
Mark the death of the stone with your hand
how Death eats into the rule of ideology
Do you come here often you said to the hot tub
version of me.
Like I’m a second
Providence would have its way. The ancients knew that.
As in classical paintings, the subject is surrounded by objects that symbolize her, that ground her in time & place.
whose full reach remains unmeasured,
except as the vague but unending echo
just one huge oak out every gloomy window?
The City blister-glows.
The dialectic of enoughness which exceeds adequacy, the narratives of scarcity,
how complex and how luscious that complexity;
Have you heard of Lysander he asks me
I nod sagely, not caring the slightest bit about Lysander
Inner darkness is terrible too.
That’s not a trick
but one of the conditions.
Platinum doesn’t want to talk about the threat of reparative therapy always hanging over her head.
you hold your phone up towards yourself to know
your self, and it tells on you
If not common lucidity for now I take it all for sheer madness,
What is the egg?
The chamber of the cactus
Exhaustion, tell me the month. Tell me
whereby the neighbor urine
is a rolling steady synonym
thirteen hours at a time, placed in nursing
stations with shatterproof glass that one
howl ululating from the other side of the woods
It is an excellent time for new habits
With a couple of gin and tonics going on
And today we did not become anything
Daffy duck and a skeleton
Smoke cigarettes in the graveyard
The baroque priapism of the butterflies
Twisting in the dusty air
Neon lights above the front door displayed the new name
in genuine Joyce handwriting,
and all the condos had been rearranged
the way James Joyce would have done it.
recollections as in
A whole quarry of desiccation
Yet not a drop of blood -
What sport is your philosophy?
Apprehension is detention and
Detained nothing ascends
The only difference between us and the day-hikers is water.
world collects, slurped back into the blistered quicksilver mirror, I face life
Sounds true, there’s nothing you can’t use
a row of apple trees stood at the back of our yard
yielding little fruit
some emotions more motivating than others
what can we do
Skip the dull parts,
with their beatdown
iron taste, droopy edges.
the possessions of the dead that once
resonated, vibrant around them.
Open to the chilly air, the possible home
Of our local raptor;
the way my hand
fell onto your hand
and made a word
And alone it was the abbess alone chosen by lot,
a sphinx wandering far from her hive.
The graver gaps in our knowledge of quill
underlit those habits
The fickle pattern of lovers dissolves in
shuddering white. Filigree structure
Gladiolus, the trapp rock over there.
a brine of salt into separate sheath
& broken break of shed salt sinks to feed a cloistered scientist
and I’d never stayed anywhere
where I hadn’t just been told what to do
Emily Bronte, died, at thirty, of hers.
Consulted the cards
About demons to choose
Remaindered in the sun
A soft afterglow
the best is when all icons are uniformed
breathe from your feet
and loose, fur