From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.
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.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary
There in the mast of the sailboat one of the many slumbering next to the spit There by the lowered sail
So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
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.
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
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
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
