From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
