An orange source
floats in glass
your babes would be born as soon as now
in the trees the twigs at least can still cascade
accomplice you said but what does it mean
but I know they’re all the names we’ll never give to anyone.
irony being white hot like the white heat
So ordered by the Queen of Childhood’s House
whose spirit had been stolen by a witch.
their furious thumbs sprouting dollar-bills
You were gone, though your body stayed behind and rose
Anne made her soup in there. Mother set a lampshade
beside her father’s torn neck.
Surely I understood the tragedy of exchange watching
The children running around with mirrors.
just above the powerlines
already it is a season
That’s what i wanted
To do for u
Now the van is driving away, and the boy
going home is not the boy who arrived.
Some guys take straight dips of instant coffee
between their gum and lower lip.
drink ride or stand
sit or lay my body down
a blackbody can be red or blue or another color. The blackness is theoretical.
on this brutal blue
dot is constructed of elemental attraction
line at the HyVee 33 minutes’ brisk walk
Always reached for a body
Made to last
that makes me certain
New York is not safe for art
no excuse o cat it’s evening
He urged Terry Gross to bring her clarinet to his group
And see what happened (she didn’t go).
They’re always surrounded by small graveyards
Supporting occasional ghosts, fences and a few flowers.
like the parents of butterflies
careful among what they’ve left
you’re someone I’ve never met,
quite perfect, intensely lit.
Not insomnia but bartered weather
Prints me off this chthonic
To life on mars,
is a star.
Billionaires are developing a Nano stamp.
Hope moves like a micro-sail.
in my heart. No explorer goes that deep:
Columbus discovered nothing but his own likeness
therefore it rises
—the charred snags, the whole forest that carried on
I wanted something sick, a thick throat of pearls
Your lancet window let in
very little light.
Christ crucified on antlers of an elk.
Bring on the operators, equal and unequal.
I do not consider sticking my hand out the moving taxi
just so I could see the wind catch through my fingers.
I think to make folded birds
across a sea of black openness.
He drinks his coffee black without sugars or creams.
As we all know by now, power only has one chin,
because the angle we take its picture from is always up.
by the problem of proving
that I exist
on cold nights, open the chimney
so the sky is the one
adorned by smoke
He was about to say something, but
I put him in a sonnet,
Or no. The way your body contains the pain
that eats it whole,
to be a trinity to web
my voice with florets,
dilating my bones
his colorshifted city
We have disturbed our child
Two marks thumbed into
providence, bled dry under
her palliative snowfall.
singed in red chilli lattice, latticework edges
into the mouth of a devil who smokes rosemary