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December 30, 2016

sonder

this oh-so slender slander no time for palliatives no time to pander no time for parables no time to meander the word for the feeling upon seeing strangers knowing their internal meaning i...


December 30, 2016

all this wandering

I’ve lived in the land of fire and sand I’ve lived in the lands of ice and snow I’ve learned there’s no salting the sun there’s no shoveling flames doncha know you can’t hunker down...


I have seen things like you never have seen like attack ships on fire near Orion-Thirteen I’ve seen c-beams glit off the Tannhauser Gate I’ve watched them glow early I’ve watched th...


December 29, 2016

wonders never cease

even in these times of hate and fear when the bridges of freedom seem to crumble as the walls of suffering rise at the edges there will be… moments there will still be moments there wi...


December 23, 2016

saturnalia

things I can’t do make a Hammond B3 organ sing out like the angels in the kind of church that doesn’t need a god in the heavens to make its music holy make a bat crack on a fastball w...


December 18, 2016

evolver

The perfect replication of digital files of our rented cultural capital waiting on the cloud to be taken back from us via obsolescence greed or misadventure means a loss of the m...


December 15, 2016

the truth of you and I

in the timeline where it all worked out we were lovers on the world where it didn’t all go wrong we drank miracles together as if just water in some velvet dimension that was not so...


December 15, 2016

vacuum flowers

the nothing that we breathe this nothing we swing our arms through is lead molasses in comparison to the vast majority of the universe in the vacuum of space our nothi...


December 15, 2016

cat's cradle

art is the act of holy flim-flam the craft of the well-intended lie the equal child of shaman and con man if you believe that there’s a real difference between those two kind of guys preac...


December 14, 2016

agnostic prayer

on some dank greyhound bus by the grace of minor gods we’re gonna overshoot our coverage we’re gonna beat the odds we might end up scarred and spotted we might end up gray of hair we might ...


December 08, 2016

the treachery of images

here we are, you and me living in the bad universe on the wrong side of history lost in someone else’s memory the hum of the fluorescent lights bleed out a queasy faded green not b...


December 08, 2016

attempt at a poem en francais

garde-a-vous pour moi et vous garde-a-vous… gardez l’eau a tout la monde, une piscine blue la terre est vieux, quelle age a-tu? la terre est chaud, le mer sans fin ce n’est pas nouvelle c’e...


December 06, 2016

the end of fandom

Babe Ruth had no trouble cranking out those big hits Babe Ruth had a harder time in battles with syphilis Albert Einstein saw how stars and all the atoms fit Albert Einstein also fucked an...


December 03, 2016

the mysteries

remember as you wander wondering at the stars you’re not watching where they are you’re observing in the place those fireballs used to be back when they set those photons free ten million s...


December 03, 2016

let your floodlights shine

our argent angels failing fast silver tongues on wings of wax waves of steel push ocean glass headstart bles’t or lagging last all psychopomp and circumstance squeeze the sham...


December 01, 2016

mother tiresias jump the gun

rich men know the awful truth that rich men don’t have to win they just have to keep it close enough to steal the day with a deniability that is plausitive then let the cowards that enjoy ...


December 01, 2016

I Live Like I Drive

I live like I drive a car if you get me on the road with a clear destination I am pretty much the best I can read a map book faster than you can fumble the words into your GPS just above th...


December 01, 2016

bloodblister

had the dream with the stick-pins from high school shop class again thirty million strong of them driven into every inch of my skin picking them out bloody and thick with the fingernails I d...


November 28, 2016

every great or awful day

the liminal is luminous we only see at all because something called light can’t make its mind up if it is a particle or a wave ambiguity is the vehicle of meaning wi...


November 28, 2016

liminial spaces

subliminal messaging’s for the birds now we don’t even have the attention span to take in single frames of content out of context superliminal messaging is now where its at the images that are...


November 28, 2016

this too shall pass

this too-too sullied royal flush these cheeks so red so loose so lush this royal-jelly covered flesh consumed by kings kings more or less these buzzing things you could believe will deceive ...


November 28, 2016

men of goodwill

thrift store tee-shirt battered, worn through 15 maybe 20 years old now there in the faded text there was a website’s address we’ve had the internet with us that long now ephemera marked w...


November 28, 2016

tight rope

every poet wants to be a rock star every rock star wishes they could act every actor just wants to direct every director wants to be a king in fact every king would rather be a goddess or a go...


November 28, 2016

the vault of meaning

the words will come in their ebb and flow the ink will fill in an ebon flow the words they will come as all things, you know the word will come though it may be “no” that’s the risk you t...


November 28, 2016

what you got

drugs for the pain pain from the drugs the deepest of veins the dankest of nugs sometimes they help sometimes you’re covered in bugs drugs for the pain pain from the drugs somedays we a...


Book Description

these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.