Poetry
Remember that one?
Do you remember That school shooting In that specific state Where that deranged killer Massacred those innocent victims? It was the one when He just unloaded Countless magazines From his AR-15 Indiscriminately. It was the one that Nobody saw coming. It was the one that There was no way to stop. … Continue reading Remember that one?
After the Party
When you’re around, I call my ghosts by their first names because you don’t believe in them and I’m determined to prove we can exist together. Sometimes you ask me to read out loud to you and I imagine myself opening my mouth and a thousand voices spill into cupped hands. I imagine myself … Continue reading After the Party
My Heart is a Gun
My heart is a gun. I have a permit, but it makes you nervous when you see my gun in public. You’re certain there’s a bullet with your name on it, but the bullet’s for me. Any minute now your name will be in my brain forever. Can a bomb come from the heart? Is … Continue reading My Heart is a Gun
MAGNOLIAS
Mid-spring, we’d step into our magnolias, branches like a many-armed justice, dark columned trunks brandishing the drilled- in patterns of woodpeckers. They held us as we stretched our wildly bruised legs, leaned exhaustion against their beams, sorting the mysteries of our boyhoods, the mingled lies of parents and priests. Our wrestled explorations with the … Continue reading MAGNOLIAS
Around the World
Ruminations on Picasso’s Guernica How quick the damned of Guernica try to flee the asymmetry of casualty and the fire’s opened mouth masticating at their jagged flesh, how congruent the geometry of one hundred thousand pounds of explosive ordinance tessellating into them like bread, leavened with yeast and soured with corruption, being thrown into a … Continue reading Around the World
A Short Movie
I’m brushing my hair and my friends have guns in their mouths. They’re making knots of barrels, sucking bullets – they’re flirting with me, all of them. They wink, use tongues to pull triggers. The dead friends stand and new friends drop out of dead friends’ mouths. The new ones talk: … Continue reading A Short Movie
An Old Jew Hearing Der Ring After Many Years of Silence
Woden, mad berserk and hopeless drunk, Whose revenging dreams stalked that soma— That mead of poetry, that dark and esoteric truth— Gave a superstitious eye to prefigure even the ravens. There’s blood in mead. Only sight can trade for sight. Like the wax which screams at the weight of a needle, Transcribing truth upon the … Continue reading An Old Jew Hearing Der Ring After Many Years of Silence
A Natural History of the Mind
I create islands in my mind spontaneously according to random whims. I conjure biomes and terrains, raw landscapes of saw tooth mountains cross-cut with indiscriminate rivers ejecting boulders and dragonfish over basalt cliffs to a primordial ocean by the second, lands where strife unfolds in its unremarkable forms of predation on winter-stricken highlands … Continue reading A Natural History of the Mind
Stems
the unfortunate – sadmen – my gas station earrings – you didn’t see the future in hints – the world exploded at the kitchen sink – left daffodil stems – colliding into – stacked disappointments – collections of memories per person – tabs on where we’d end – liked gas station earrings … Continue reading Stems
Shut Up or Sing
I abhor the noncommittal crooners of the world, housing hummingbirds behind dentin bars and vibrant lips where their languid tongues lie heavy-laden with forgotten lyrics and flat notes. Shut up or sing. Expand your diaphragm and lyrical vocabulary and release the deadened songbird locked within your ribcage. Exchange your borrowed breath with the wind, fly … Continue reading Shut Up or Sing