From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
#comedy #debt #drunk #loser #winner
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… An early advent of unseasonal heat and the moment of festival and mat…
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
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
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.
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
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.
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.