Western Way

An orange source
                        floats in glass

Some Weather (To J.J. Wieners)

your babes would be born as soon as now

2/1/17

in the trees the twigs at least can still cascade

Accomplice

accomplice you said but what does it mean

& I thought we were done begging

but I know they’re all the names we’ll never give to anyone.

bowers white

irony being white hot like the white heat

The Sad Palace of Ill Effects

So ordered by the Queen of Childhood’s House
​whose spirit had been stolen by a witch.

In Which God is a Party

their furious thumbs sprouting dollar-bills

Dream of the Separate Body

You were gone, though your body stayed behind and rose

Inheriting the Cave

Anne made her soup in there. Mother set a lampshade
beside her father’s torn neck.

Forgive Your Assassin

Surely I understood the tragedy of exchange watching

Poem

The children running around with mirrors.

We Make Weather By Walking In It

just above the powerlines
already it is a season

Happy Ending

That’s what i wanted
To do for u
To paris

Blocking An Imagined War Movie

Now the van is driving away, and the boy
going home is not the boy who arrived.

How To Stay Awake On A Training Exercise

Some guys take straight dips of instant coffee
​between their gum and lower lip.

On Neoliberalism or: Why My Black Ass Is Tired

drink ride or stand
sit or lay my body down

blackbody

a blackbody can be red or blue or another color. The blackness is theoretical.

Aftertaste

everything
on this brutal blue
dot is constructed of elemental attraction

Player Piano

line at the HyVee 33 minutes’ brisk walk

Portrait w/ Rt. 4

Always reached for a body
Made to last

Castles of England

that makes me certain
​New York is not safe for art

Castles of England

no excuse o cat it’s evening

Plastic Saxophone

He urged Terry Gross to bring her clarinet to his group
And see what happened (she didn’t go).

Rural Churches

They’re always surrounded by small graveyards
​Supporting occasional ghosts, fences and a few flowers.

You Still Accompany Me, After You Vanish

like the parents of butterflies
careful among what they’ve left

At My Father's New Worksite

you’re someone I’ve never met,
quite perfect, intensely lit.

from The City is Lush With / Obstructed Views

 Not insomnia but bartered weather
      Prints me off this chthonic
       Terrace.

Leaked Nude

To life on mars,
each flicker
is a star.

This New Planet

Billionaires are developing a Nano stamp.
Hope moves like a micro-sail.

In Zero Gravity

in my heart. No explorer goes that deep:

            Columbus discovered nothing but his own likeness

No Other Way

therefore it rises

goldenrod dreams of dew point blazing

—the charred snags, the whole forest that carried on

host

I wanted something sick, a thick throat of pearls

Faux Romanesque

Your lancet window let in
​very little light.

Sainte de Glace

Christ crucified on antlers of an elk.
Bring on the operators, equal and unequal.

When I Consider the African American

I do not consider sticking my hand out the moving taxi
just so I could see the wind catch through my fingers.

National Anthem

I think to make folded birds
across a sea of black openness.

Black History Month

He drinks his coffee black without sugars or creams.

Fingerpainting

As we all know by now, power only has one chin,
because the angle we take its picture from is always up.

Passive Voice

weighed down
by the problem of proving
that I exist

Weather Journal (I)

on cold nights, open the chimney
so the sky is the one
adorned by smoke

Notes on the Avant-Garde

He was about to say something, but
I put him in a sonnet,

The Uncontained

Or no. The way your body contains the pain
that eats it whole, 

Ophelia as Lazarus

to be a trinity to web
my voice with florets,
dilating my bones

The Ritual Calls for Belladonna

sea, only
the next
best thing
only

The Ballad of Johnny Changes

Johnny begazed
his colorshifted city

Morning in Retrograde

We have disturbed our child
in nocturna.

The Mountain's Ugly Head

Two marks thumbed into
providence, bled dry under
her palliative snowfall.

Garden Varieties

singed in red chilli lattice, latticework edges
into the mouth of a devil who smokes rosemary