Part of me belongs forever to the fire For I am a spark of the flame thereof. Beyond the business of the world, part of me is burning And burned there fiercely before I was born. Fatherless and motherless, the orphaned spark Finally fell from an infinite height Until finally finite, it passed into the […]

This poem blows so as to make a building creak. So as to make a building sway and maybe break. A few twigs in the grass that I thought could be rungs for your ladder: Here. Words in the mouth in the way that the mouth is a thief. I kneel in prim light and […]

That it can be more strange than true. That it can be lunatic. That it can be sacred texts permitting the interiorization of religious thought. Its legitimation. That it can be terrifying. That it can be the familiar becoming increasingly ambivalent, until it merges with its antonym. That it can be the uncanny in some […]

A drop of water disappears A fusion, the glow of fire lays aside The air suffused with light The body glorified with life Dissolves in its evolution to resurrection

Stopped once. It was a little strip of building by the road, Midwest. Midwest, mid-sex. In the middle of America, antipodes. Poplars flanked the street. Yes, the street had tree-lined flanks. Dry poplars. And in-between, a view, sky blue. An American here backs down, backs back, stumbling into a sweet pea-sized infinite. Withers to the […]

You do blood to return to meanwhile. I do bright nightmare with hand. Afraid of different deaths, we wake in equally sleep- pocked beds.

Mind you to remember is to put             together what unhappy history has dis-membered gathering the members             of outsized outlandish Osiris take them by regulation measured             dosage and call out in the morning the light reflected off their leaves             and water-spangled branches the highlights photoshopped onto that model’s             canines and bicuspids […]

Impelled by measurement a bad man, Stagolee knocks Diogenes to the ground, and Diogenes begs a little like: “Stagolee, Stagolee, please don’t take my life; I’ve got some theorems still to work out and a lovely lovin wife” Stagolee gives him back “why need I concern over your theorems and your lovely lovin wife; your […]

In the midst of you It all comes down to You A species of feeling Thinking, between the apartment and the street how easy it is to change one’s mind