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Goldfinches
I left the hospital and drove home in the rain, windshield wipers beating out of sync with the music the radio relayed. The very first thing I remember is irrecoverable. For all their advantages, electronic balance statements demand the same expenditures of attention. Take, for instance, those rolling briefcases — easier surely on the back, […]
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“We forget ourselves…”
We forget ourselves Parking lots full of it — Playtime plots engrave a name. When because of you and also you A drenching thanks and praise Vivifies the void quietly quit the Security State. Jesus, we had the other half covered But the afterthought Exposed the afterflesh of Christ Who crystallized the quiver With trembling […]
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Truce (translated by Jason Stumpf)
I won’t be the one to make you suffer. You will not spill tears that can extinguish you. You will guard the burning waves between the temples restless, immovable, hollowed of emotion, remembering this world is a vile, stagnant sea. Darkness will be nothing compared to love beating its wings in the ether. There. • • • […]
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How Now Mad Cow
A farmer poured cow dust down the throat of a cow and inside that cow poured a further cow still, as inside another a meal of cows hid in smaller cows milled into Chinese boxes of bovine […]
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The Dome of the Ascension
Whose grieued minds, which choler did englut Faerie Queene II.ii.23.5 I don’t think you can win it. G.W.B., August 30, 2004, referring to the “war on terror” Hail, Colossus, wrought in night, Brought into this earth’s Despite. Depths the Archons plummet through Gape beyond a human view. All is full of love that XPC Swallows […]
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Dear Sean
My dear Sean, Animal smell in my nostrils, On my lips, tongue and face, a bright orange Durex Delicately perched on wasted deodorant cans And cardboard toilet roll holders Are the only signs of you in my life but for a vision I must tell you about now, visited upon me late today Of you, […]
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In Memoriam Francis (translated by Jason Stumpf)
What Day is Today 1 Your second heart radiates shortly before the decline. A brief awakening, a breeze that returns from the other shore. One morning more that anticipates a long, long absence. Strings in an almost weightless body. To give the hand and to go loosening little by little, little by little, until it’s […]
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Advance (translated by Jason Stumpf)
Eras move inside me in a putrid weave. Magic water, ars, scald me, cure me: let the ever-lasting, ever-opened wound behind. Memory, in you, is a projector of enabling light, precise moment. At the peak of anguish and fever, a maternal breeze comforts, is living calm: wild tiger, it calls me, do not stop to […]
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Logobiography
Letter will lead to letter. This you knew when first you spelled a word. Later to learn that a word can be a kind of madness leading only to another. Isn’t this what you knew when words first made a poem? (Unreasonable, vulnerable — until another word, like a visitation, scythed through.) * This you […]