If I were a room,
I would be transparent.

Happy Birthday   

You push your bike
on the worn pathway
into the bushes.
You enter my apartment
with chocolate... more

Self-portrait as fogged up car. / Self-portrait as Home Depot // parking lot at 3 AM, no cars, / no people. Self-portrait with // grocery cart with someone else’s / left behind list.

Looking for the right angle

He poo-poo’s my relationship to nature, even when I tell him about touching the dead... more

It’s the new plan, Shooter.  Poetry for broken systems.  Insurance rider attached. 

Fishhooks the size of anchors have started falling from the sky. It’s happening two or three times a week...

She can pack what remains of the pancreas like a Tetris pro. But at night she dreams of Lily.

I got off, one night, at the exit to pee, / but was afraid to enter the shop. Afraid / of the porn, I parked behind the shaft

flowering and husking in the cornfield. Blooming / and ripping ourselves open. Surprising even our kin.

When talking dirty, be sure to use action words and nouns that cause pictures inside people’s heads. End with an image and don't explain. 

You tell Jeff Bridges you fear
your dying breath will be just like
the whimper you make when trying
to... more

tell me, what are we looking for, don’t die right now

Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...

its dreams are a whetstone // it sharpens itself all night long.

At a certain point, / no sex becomes a little Branch Davidian

Kathy Acker was sick of shaving her legs.  Every time she shaved them she cut herself.  It didn’t matter if the blade... more

DREAM

Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are... more

I am talking about the one with the monkey paw clutched against her breast. I have no illusions about the others. We can make this work.

a split bowl of suns dissolving a table

One girl watches the boys make a bomb of birds

There was a thunderstorm
but nobody wanted it. It just sat there...

No people are my people. I am without a means of saving anyone.

put the skull on your mouth / in a dry place / where they died

John had just broken up with his girlfriend for the second to last time before she’d left him for good (moved out to Indiana, got married, had a kid…)

September 9, 2007

Add incandescent dedication to six gold gloves
and get a damaged biceps tendon, a bad back and
a... more