July 13, 2018
“Four Horsemen at My Door,” “Beautiful Chaos,” and “Poet’s Block”
Four Horsemen at My Door At the midnight hour They rang And rang And rang Startling us From the safety of our blankets Peeking through the hole I saw…
July 11, 2018
“Relative to Time, Space,” “Seance for a Protagonist,” and “The Fetishes of Fallen Women”
Relative to Time, Space I have friends who act eccentrically when a pet dies. Still leave the water dish out, engage in long conversations about…
July 9, 2018
“The Pool,” “Idiot,” “Wear the Crown,” and “Can You”
The Pool He and I bathe, He in dark Water, I in clear. Our eyes touched For the first time At the registration desk. That very second I got drowned.…
July 5, 2018
“The Extinction Squad,” “Switchyard Flash on 20th Century Limited,” “Report Card,” and Other Poems
The Extinction Squad Attacking each psyche to build the cyborg consumer army, advertisers carpet bombed with market campaigns from Internet heights…
July 3, 2018
Floor
who can really tell, these days, which are the days that matter--- if there are days that matter because significance is insignificant if you can…
July 2, 2018
“Jailed Genet (in Honor),” “Carny,” “Mica and Quartz,” and Other Poems
Jailed Genet (in Honor) The deepest truths cannot be taught except by experience--- Genet's face, that jail of dreams, each line in the forehead, a…
June 29, 2018
“Give Back the Day,” “Poetique Voyage,” and “The Glory of the Rush”
Give Back the Day Yesterday, the day was all mine. It brushed against my skin And penetrated my innermost self. It climbed into my body and took…
June 27, 2018
“At the Speed of Light,” “The Wax Museum,” and “Grappling Gods”
At the Speed of Light The consciousness of the universe surrounds us all as though our heads were hives as billions of bees buzz round and round…
June 25, 2018
“Avihs || Vishnu,” “Charges,” “Modern Metaphysics,” and Other Poems
Avihs || Vishnu Mornings || they disperse || beyond || the corn…
June 22, 2018
“Weather Not Permitting,” “Cat Lady,” and “Hometown, Ghost Town”
Weather Not Permitting The air is marbled with smoke The cremation of us all into clouds Us all raining down on our own parades By whatever means…