From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.