From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
#becomingnobody #gratitude #nonsense
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
(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…
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
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…
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves