From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.