Carbon Speed Dating Because we could feel the edges li roughness had spent too much time in the sun Glory turned cancerous at our back And now we scrub at our creation 1 1
Adam and Eventually in the Garden There aren’t many verbs left I talk too much Used them up Do too much My limbs are just quaking 2 1
Myths Maybe you had to leave In order for me to find something Like they did on a cable tv show o To find the needle in a haystack If you’d like to quickly or otherw 1
traditions, in light of privilege Quake beneath my soft tissue tectonic passes at the good china warm like stray memories gargled then regretted make excuse out of olive branch 1
Powers I began to think that I need not That if I just felt it more Let it Make me Be unguarded more 4 5
F20.9 And did it come Fear like land Mind the goat heads Burring into the places where grie Misunderstood and cherished 2 1
Her(aldry) False dawn is ruined streaming ove Follicles were the rumor when the Every little woman Each doll assembled, modular, for Is fitted for her moment 3 3
Soviet whispers: a really long game of telephone I fell, I fell, I fell, I felt awful flown over or under on that long ride from the tip– 2
The ocean isn’t deep, just drunk A couple of message-in-a-bottles so listlessly on the the surf one reads: “I was so wrong, but dear, you wer The other just nods, and pretends 2
Bullet points Just list the words Don’t bother with sentences With grammar Or all those Dots and symbols 1
gravity you can cut with a scalpel We’re all under her trembling web But not the prey caught above Or, our own shadows preceding As we so casually into 5 2
Gold King Mine The old men, they want me to call “Hi...”, the impudent, drawn out c Kerry is an old man, a particular “I was just thinking about– you kn It sounds like the end of a messag 2 1
Dumbfounded I got you drunk off my own breath A devils trick And we swirled around All of mankind in our mouth We don’t spit 2
An Ally is an Audience They have tried to turn the langua into dirty words, calling your strength, grace of motion– your poetry, “Black Magic”. 2
Everyone’s an Angel For every honey drenched word from the bees lips to my own knobby knees you called them sharp how they were beautiful for the we 4 4
sleight of hand You were selling fireworks but I bought snake oil and saw dust didn’t get swindled I just burnt out on broke promises a gonna learn you about gunpowder 1 2
apologies for my reputation Whoops! I stepped on broken glass left a bad taste in your mouth- bottle cap, cold bath, like ash and wine-wheedled truths. 4
solvency It’s been a lovely bit of defiance that I se you were only but a gift horse to me held my tongue 2
Elipses over the red ball bounce the red ball bounce such a clever catapult pray me over walls and out-of-bounds
Eleven It’s like castor oil for a punisha I swear I’m just venomous!.... so spitting and rattling eleven smooth slits in the sand suffocating, undressing 5
speech act theory So, ennui. Aren’t we? Just dripping with tepid ambitions I said: “get up. go dip your feet in the air. 2
Carefully, your daughter So maybe a tiny bit Drunk on genealogy I think you might like to know I have your hands I thought them manly 1
