Banks America
it’s raining, it’s pouringold-monied bankers are snoringdreaming wetly on a Sunday morning
whether to still those robo-pensthat keep scribbling and scribblingsignature after signature accepting...
This Planet
Let me live here in this placeLet me thrive just onceOn this imagined planetThis alternative mental dimension called dreamCalled hallucinationWhere streets are dotted...
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Flash of lightGlimpse of a crisp fontPerfect kerningGleaming teethSaturated colorHigh contrastSoothing noiseSmiles everywhereWork in a pair of breastsTrigger the reward center
Permeate a scentSummon...
The Stroke
followed him up the back stairs,through the kitchen door,
passing me at the tableand into the living room
where he collapsed on the floor.I picked...
approaching eternity
the navigator is the bishop’sdaughter he said before he left us
planted in the astronomers’meadow head thrown backand eyes open to the nighti study...
Thrownness
A choice? Not one of those.And now Martin with his thrownness.I am a javelin with dangling heredity legs.Booster cables for the heart's long winter.Salamander-crawled...
Time is a surgeon
I am a spoke.Turning clockwise, notat all the wiser.Choices dig their roots intosoil without my consent but Iwater them anyway.A mossy...
art opening
instead of a gun
you use a camera
amputees
are your subject
/these poor people/ you say
the walls of the gallery are dark
prints pinned neatly under spotlight
//life...
LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will...
