Sunday, September 29, 2013
Leave a Dent in my Jaw like a Car that Backed Up into a Stop Sign
Sometimes you want to free yourself from the language you've tanged yourself in, like wiggling a leg out from a blackberry blush.
Oh god, I love you. Or I love life, and it continually breaks me down until the enzymes have made this meat as soft as cotton.
Places I have never dared to look. And when I look at them through this love. i see that they are just me. They are just you
I can't write our desire,
there is only one: to live and die at once.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
love is not good
love is not good
the way our eyes or stomachs are not good.
they just do what they must do.
the way animals have no need for goodness.
Love is the way the mouth salivates.
Love is the way the body sleeps heavy or not at all.
Love is how I have a bowl of sun inside my rib
Saturday, July 13, 2013
I am a Man
I am bear god
I am the physical night
sane leather of sweat
beard of fire
I am a roof
a boat
open rock
wolf window
out to the green sea
I am the architecture of family
old yellow molars
cinder and pipe growl
hammering tears flat
I am the painted father
copper in the dead sun
I am the physical night
sane leather of sweat
beard of fire
I am a roof
a boat
open rock
wolf window
out to the green sea
I am the architecture of family
old yellow molars
cinder and pipe growl
hammering tears flat
I am the painted father
copper in the dead sun
Thursday, July 11, 2013
At the Laundromat Yesterday
And then I hate them because they can't keep their guilt
Out of any moment.
'Stop staining the bright sun with your laboring'
I want to say.
It's lovely the way loneliness
Slows down time.
His eyes were as blue as a baby
As Christ's.
I'm trying to hold every moment as if
It were my own child,
But of course I ignore
The little thing
And it stands alone at the window
Every moment is innocent
And every moment passes
Without my love.
Out of any moment.
'Stop staining the bright sun with your laboring'
I want to say.
It's lovely the way loneliness
Slows down time.
His eyes were as blue as a baby
As Christ's.
I'm trying to hold every moment as if
It were my own child,
But of course I ignore
The little thing
And it stands alone at the window
Every moment is innocent
And every moment passes
Without my love.
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