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In the Colors of the Times, cont.
Exempt from contempt
Gods may do what cattle cannot
They disassemble themselves
Into the panicked mouths of the manic devout
Two Poems
It’s definitely stupid but it explains the cosmos.
It makes me angry that you object.
Did your reverence do much good?
Often our talent blinds us.
Kandahar Giant Elegy
Incantation on an Afghanistan war myth. "Yes, a beast. With eyes like this, this many legs, a head, no tongue or tongue wounded, more sacred of you than you are of it and not housebroken."
50 Crazy Facts About Pain (Doggerel Sonnets)
I implored her never to stop making her vases.
We didn’t get married or anything.
But we’re still on a first-name basis.
from Focal Point
And thus the procession
The lyrical motorcade glimpsed only by me
Bow — laugh — dance
Behold the king of the muses the carny the revenant
Vitalina
a Greek chorus
their heads turned down
—the welcoming crew
Minutes from The Forum, Fall 2020
The “little university on the green sod” where hundreds gathered then tens, then a handful
Who Is a Bird
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I am slipping in and out of myself like a fish
Sex is Something that We Need to Promote
I have no guy to satiate my pussy well. Hope dies last.
The Dawn of Time
We all care about the dawn of time because it is fun to mention, of course, but we also like the dawn of time because it was the start of time.
In Arboreal Time, A Collection of Photographs of Me Standing in the Middle Of Nowhere
oh look, oxtail soup,
oh look, throng in corridor,
oh look, leagues of Sung Tongs pustule,
oh look, lake como play tide in a movie,
oh look, of all stripes pruning the hedges
ZOSO (Overture)
keep in mind the potters teach / keep in mind the pots and bottles hold / what the days and trading hearts intend / Oh to touch the dream / That hides inside and never's seen
from In the Colors of the Times
Just when I thought the milieu of emptiness
Was at the end of its patience
They violate this material and it is only a body
It does not have the principle of its movement in itself
From the Heart Drops Blood
The shiver of regret walks into me
And joy to be Terenti Graneli.
A chasm before me, black fog all around.
Three Times
and time! / like a breech-presented foal’s neck in the birth canal, / it telescopes, / a gentle snap, / to fall dead in the hay and mother’s foam. / “I am the dawn,” it says, / “be grateful. / Few things come so willingly at your call.”
Clank of Light
In dividual cells a virus works on wires as well.
It is so easy that once caught it will be common as flesh or stupidity.
Juneteenth
Juneteenth — Fireworks — Fireflies
Southside — Westside — Superfly
World Music
Fifty wasps got my ass in Malaga, Spain,
So I limped to the hospital clutching my booty.
In the waiting room, our song; I winced in pain.
Some kid said it sounded like Death Cab for Cutie.
My World Tour
In Russia by the arctic pole / a nut can brood and have a soul. / A soulful nutshell there may tan / the hide for fun of any man.
The poem goes on…
Literalization
I’ll admit I sometimes entertain the horrid suspicion that the sky has fallen and crushed us.
To Wait for You
the street will be full of stifling,
muttering horse weed after you leave
Don’t Leave Your Room
Don't leave your room, don't make a mistake.
What do you need the sun for, if you've got cigs?
Middle Voice
Oil sounds. Moon sounds. Mud sounds.
Moon pool with nobody
All cops are bastards.
Proposal for the Yearly Construction and Destruction of Skyscrapers
We immortalize a dream for a few years, with something that looks like a phallus no matter what it is supposed to represent, and then we tear it down.
A True Story of Twenty-first Century Jazz
I am from outer space and YOU cannot know ME! Give me money or I will hurt your ears!
Smoke (after Thoreau)
Cash crops made a life more bituminous
For a continent who found the middle
The Paradise Papers
Let’s get coffee some time _ Truth serum scarce
How many cops / Pink recovery
Work Poems
Human beings are horrible bat-monsters, flying around using sonar, hoarding rotten food in their coat pockets, scratching insults into bathroom walls, having sex with dead people etc.
What must be done?
One to Mix the Mortar, One to Shape the Bricks
i yell over the drone of machines to keep the word chicago
out your mouth