From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
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
Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
I thought for sure I was dejected… but in slipped a delusion of grandeur, victory— I garnered admiration,
Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?