In Medias Res

In Medias Res It was the first Sunday after Sister died. The fury she thrust to Him was unmatched in its fever. Suddenly the Lerwick meadow, who once breathed spirit and serenity, seemed stiff and sluggish as Sister who died on Sunday. As did six orphans in a whorehouse. There and sometimes in a chapel.… Read More

Chewing Gum

Chewing Gum Day Break, Breaks a treacherous sleep. Why do you wait so long? Slices the grief into light fragments and the desperation Into artless currents. For Electroconvulsive Therapy The night weathers and Day Breaks, breaks the havoc my boy causes in his deep slumber, In his slumber he breaks. Glasses, bed frames, knives and… Read More

Philosopher’s Guild

Philosopher's Guild Stargazers are small. The dark velvet is vast. To look up in the dead of night and feel bright speckles on your face, Is to understand the greater truth of the universe. When you experience the night sky in a balmy daze, the day sky in a raw disorder, Public speaking comes easy.… Read More

Crickets

       

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Dividing by Halves

Dividing by Halves WHOLE. “Can I lay here?” I say to a lover after I’ve done what I expect they expect Wondering if I’ll fit neatly in the space under bed If I take up any space in their pretty head Or if I’d be more agreeable at my place instead They whisper “you were… Read More

Dorothea

dorothea all of these streets like rivers of doubt and all of us lost some of us left standing alone in the room of empty chairs some of us left looking out the window squinting in the glare of sunlight on chrome or on water this man no one knows who threatens to jump who… Read More

waltz

waltz had god but it wasn’t enough had drugs which came closer got tired of growing up and then got tired of growing old sang songs that refused to bleed and i cut myself on the edges of awkward silences and no matter which way i turned the forest always opened up into the desert… Read More

Dive

dive keeps thinking about the desert about getting high about the girls he’s fucked in any number of shithole apartments finds the slight depression at the far edge of the field where the horse was buried no songs but the songs of bees the smell of lilies, of dogwood and roses, clouds like mounds of… Read More

Dream Sequence with Drained Spectres

Dream Sequence with Drained Spectres1 after Frank Bidart They first come to me in waves of lilac frost, balming the carpet until it is cold to my touch. They call me friend, so I let them stay. Soon I taste the salt. I fall into an endless pool of loden green. They lift me out,… Read More