From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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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.
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
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
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
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
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
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,