Category: poems

  • Gerhard Richter

    Go ahead (we’re watching) and kiss where you hit us. It’s just that we’re stupid. That painting isn’t moving.

  • “You slipped a poem under my door…”

    You slipped a poem under my door — this is how poems once came to me — There was a ship sailing We had died together — Later we talked. You were yourself. I was mine. Our voices were like coral.

  • “Leave out the face to make more curious…”

        1. Leave out the face to make more curious this figure or place — it is a solemn turn the breath takes in aridity. But I thought reading your words of your name and the image of your mouth open and empty     2. He put his teeth into wood to test its music and was […]

  • from TRACK

                ## Always at a certain point there comes an address: “Be patient that I address you in a poem,                      there is no other                                            fit medium.” No other place where patience and desire may meet.             # Place and medium destination and way relaxed yet urgent Acknowledgment: another to whom one speaks And there is an answer […]

  • “[Omnes ad unum interficiuntur]…”

    [Omnes ad unum interficiuntur] fills the room trades immense for matrix hoof for noun its oblong remnants taste steely & distilled its pale marks left after the forage & made believe the bad heel blindly drew up boundaries & were so arrayed through the window the token thirst appears at dusk on a page w/ […]

  • “empty lot of the Red Steel tavern…”

    empty lot of the Red Steel tavern distressed in halogen hush — a cinder-block building Shadwell the seller the dope from Amsterdam the dollar bill who marks who passes who would the fact police arrested amaze Shadwell so they wonder whether was killed the mayor seems to himself comromised there was the body you couldn’t […]

  • “the falsework gave way…”

    the falsework gave way beneath the falsework a bridgeless space opens time is flat light streams     falls     a lightwell forms where nothing opens in the orange bridge is neither evidence nor is it stable an orange bridge is riveted in blue & you begin to fall     you fell you span the weave of bodily perfection […]

  • Influence

    Smoke gets into everything: bitter honey, autumn’s distillation, bears an aftertaste of cats and muscatel. When privet dominates, hives disperse in sparks through private darkness, filling cells with evidence of elsewhere: spores of cockle, rush, and dock; contraband, perfume, and punk. Even you (asleep and breathing deeply) open from the core to all that you […]

  • Congruities

    Al-din means religion in the vastest sense as the sacred norm into which the whole life is to be molded. It is the total way of life grounded in teachings that have issued from God.These teachings reach humanity through revelation, which means the direct conveying of a message from Heaven…. Revelation, moreover, must not be […]