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

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver

So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care

A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—

Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…

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.

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice