From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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,
I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.
Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,
The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again
Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
