Saturday, January 24, 2015

a lifetime



in the silvergrey afternoon in the
last year of freedom had a
reason to love you and my hands on
fire my teeth filed down to
points had a photograph of god
had his address his number and all of
those children starving in the
streets w/ their bright
shiny tears


all of those days spent waiting
for the phone to ring


digging holes to
bury the unwanted dead





inversion





young boy on fire and
singing beneath the colorless sky
all sweetness and regret and
where are the people who
said they loved him?


where is the future that was
supposed to grow from his 
                                ashes?






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instructions for drowning.


the sum of broken parts


uncertain terms







Sunday, January 18, 2015

joy #1




all lines equal to the
heart of the matter and then
all acts justified
 

all deaths avenged
and then again
until every ocean is an
ocean of blood
 

are you so goddamn stupid
that you can’t see this?
 

do you really believe
power is the answer?
 

picture your corpse rotting
next to mine
and no one left to care


To the sky






Job like a gun to the head but the bills
need to be paid and the children fed.
Gotta heat the house through those
dead days of January where everything
tastes like ashes and blood.  Gotta
crawl when you’re told to crawl.  Grind
all that shit & filth deep down into
                                           yr soul.



redon







Tuesday, December 23, 2014

birthday song, for dorothea







with dreams of metal towers
and of static, dreams of silver skies
and then waking up
 

the here and now is a fist
and so the future can only be
whatever pain comes next
 

i have no other truths
 

have only one hand that holds and
the other that pushes away
 

have only scar tissue and
empty ideals and with the music

up loud enough the sun
makes no sound at all


the baby sleeps beneath
the shadows of passing clouds

 
wakes up crying softly
just as the air runs out





Saturday, December 20, 2014

violence





chasing headlights down december
back roads, not yet 6:30 and
already full dark


half-moon and sleeping houses


this man with
a mouthful of poison


wants to show you how easy it is to
hurt you
then wants you to beg for more


absolute zero when the knife goes in


small wooden cross on the
living room wall
 
cop pulls the trigger and
the child is dead and how far do you
have to look to find someone
laughing?


for how much longer will we
allow ourselves to
be a nation of assholes?


been a long
fucking time already









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Sunday, November 02, 2014

self portrait w/ nude, on fire





and then late afternoon shadows and
the stuttering scratch of
leaves down forgotten streets 


the shadows of lovers, of
unwanted children and forsaken saints 


god and then no
god and then
all of the days i waste waiting to
                              see you again 


an empty room filled with ordinary ghosts and
no one says we have to be here but
no one gives us permission to leave 


this is called the art of standing still 


this is pollock in the
seconds before his death 


not acceptance but panic and
not understanding, not
ever

not ever


and i keep telling you this but
you still aren’t there