"Europa" and "Les Feux D'Artifice Sont Mort" in Prelude
I let the invisible ocean
spin in a drapery of ice.
spin in a drapery of ice.
the on and on whatever
I’ve been a miner for a heart of cardiac muscle.
The love songs I write are about charcoal and sulfur,
the difference between temperature and energy.
The love songs I write are about charcoal and sulfur,
the difference between temperature and energy.
Poem Comprised of Lines from Emily Dickinson’s Letters
If my ideas are rather dark, you need not marvel.
excerpts from "book of shadows"
beloved, I have been undressing
unknown men
who bring me caraway
and float in soundless water
unknown men
who bring me caraway
and float in soundless water
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We Will Sing the Songs of the Revolution
Orig. published in InDigest Magazine
Film poems from Nymphlight
some light is light
some light blooms like a virus
and some light is trees
some light blooms like a virus
and some light is trees
I REMEMBER YOU WERE MY LOVER
the bees were slung like bullets at the memory
of your body like a prayer
of your body like a prayer
excerpt from ‘Book of Shadows’
I had a fistful of dillseed wrapped in warped tinfoil
Storm Warning
Why else would I even go to Wal-Mart?
Saint Karen
You can still pray to her for shiny hair.
Two poems
Pulls bee skin onto his own fingers
Chlorophyll Homunculus
Birth was in my own hands—blood that felt like wind.
Moonflower
She had me crawling through the grit of fire opals.
HERE’S THE DEAL, BABYCAKES
We came of age with magazines blaring women in blenders.
Two poems
record grooves or a lock of a lover’s hair
The Jurassic Age
The dinosaur refuses to call them polka dots.
Three poems
There are some windows that can never be opened.
ABJECTIVE
I dream you are a live wire, you are alive.
"Evanston Hotel, Room 209," "Bloody Mary," and "TIME"
What a hard memory of you
to keep
keep inside these splendid thighs
to keep
keep inside these splendid thighs
Closure
The girl who made the coffee found it one day.
Two poems
Constellations rearrange themselves like codeine. I live in a world without any physics.
Rocket Man
Happiness is a warm schlong when you don't shoot to kill.
Three poems
I heart and hear, neck and timpani
Lost Lunar Beekeeper
I am not like them. I keep bees on the moon.
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