That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

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 feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering

Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about

There, upon the loose dirt, I was a stone’s throw from her, Goddess Incarnate. She had snakes for hair, she had green flames for eyes,

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.

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled

I thought of a human birth And I glanced up ’Twas dusk, early and bright still And close to me it fell through the sky and burned

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him