From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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,
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
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.
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary
It’s not so easy anymore, a few beers won’t topple me. Twelve hours will mend me. I am boxing a balloon, humping a leg—