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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

Snowmelt

The thing I call myself has aged a bit,
its atoms exchanged


from Toward Muteness

this endless trial isn’t the calculated leap
to your hunger to the priapism of your bloody mask

When There's No Breadfruit

the next gone down/ in a bullet or razor/ a narrow escape

Line of Sight

We covered her
and propped her in the sun
while the neighbors hummed

Together, It's Nothing

drop enraged with weeds I don’t want
anything can’t bear anything I learn to

Where the Wild Cat's Paw Found my Pulse

Gatsby, the green light’s gone, sold for some girl’s folio
left in a bathroom stall.

I Usually Try Not To Take A Public Position

The tree means a stolen playground taxied
by light, a twin obstacle pendulum switching sadly to resolve
impulse crammed into a doppelgänger.

Rob Lowe Ice Hockey Film

Gary Cooper sketched alive on a train.

Welcome to Planet Mongoose

This last line, which no-one will know if crossed, pops off layers
into the spaghetti-pit of treason as eggshell poof goes shyly
where the knackered poor kids may breath.

What Do We Talk Of When We Talk of Extinction

When I talk like that, of extinction, then what do I talk scattering
the ice-heavy magnitudes beneath the crowded kiosks of poor-will.

Sunphone And Orinoco Blip

Wearing that voice that doesn’t fit, like a leg film ballooning a text-
cradle thundered into meaning by the niche finality of Haribo
Ozymandias.

Undaughtered

Through kitchen windows, she points
                        at my sons playing in the rain. A steeple.
            The bell held in its throat. I am

Where Were Our Dads in the Summer of '92?

Our dads were being jealous
​of big houses

Still Stalks Lit Gold

No jostling now in
​this darkness between us,

Mushrooms

Do not believe the mushroom’s
bid for isolation

Forty One Pots

Wit and mirth are scarce.

This Once-in-a-Lifetime Opportunity

gave me, a fuchsia, as from my west of
​aching beauty.

Please Don't Think I'm Being Disrespectful

Story is best friend and long-found love. 

Hear Ye Hear Ye

the cliff and waiting for earth
to move. no quake came. too 

Dinner Hatchet

Baba Yaga, take the lampblack to my heart

The Visit

Approaching, proved less insistent
Than her humiliating new desire: again

Rachel Eats The Nasturtium

The dare to jump into early-year water, elastic unsnapping 
of bras followed by bounding, wooden din, down the dock.

from Clouds

The collective conscious
is in my right pocket, and it’s a clubbed

Concerning Bending

One more and I’ll
              throw the truth,

I began to get words

Wishing stars         drove
            three blocks    in
                  utter silence,

Warding

                 I kept the scream
                             in my throat.

Ex-Lover as a Stranger in Nina's Café

You sit a few seats down
and rub the red marks your socks made
around your calves.

Skipping Skeletons

A new scar rose like a tooth
on the knuckle of my index finger.

Expansive

not all the time
get closer to the screen

Ammo

my torn
shoulder
is also

Papers

Degenerative complaints parallel with sense
All there is to do is watch the wick crumble

A Truncated Account

Relying on the postal service as if it was a right
Dipping into social norms without fear

A Food-Based System

How prone to a design of carbon-based stars
Turning our heads instead of our minds

Prometheus

Whatever I do next, it will be this, or not this: I can’t
do otherwise. In this respect, I can be said to be a fatalist

when i was when i was the old in this game

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yr four days in three nights

                                                             6:42threatened 
in a relatively new field carries all nineteen hundred 
another