POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
[Zoetrope with Particulates in it and a Newborn]

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

First

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

i do not want to wait until it’s too late

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

Hollywood Hills
the remarkable thing

I am still waiting for the lion

Condolences

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Electric Eels, Finishing School, Teeth

Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.

On the Night Row-Houses Across the Street Catch Fire

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde

You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

woman at bar
After She Told Me You Pushed Her Down the Stairs

Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.

Welcome To The House of Static

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

beach
On Undressing a Color / On Undressing a Girl

I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.

Ode To the Dove Pt. VI

Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.

heavy rain
The Plot

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Dis Place Ment

People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.

oh Manifesto

The collective
failure
of ethical standards

Several someones

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

There is an alternative universe

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

You can’t make them love you, no matter how artfully you betray yourself

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

painting of apple and grapes
Feast Of

anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple