From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not
He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart, my own heart was closed if it was closed to him. Maharajii said,
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,
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,
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
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,