Upon the Poet, in His 25th Year

Upon the Poet, in His 25th Year

Let it be no calmer in your hands; time enoughfor the calm, the warmth and the cold in the grove – wearied now,exhausted motions twist to suppress and rejoice; possess him fully!and now? rapid destruction; the memories of destructive passions now doomedto be...
Hollowed Out

Hollowed Out

You hollowed me out and lived in my skin. When I opened my eyes, it wasn’t me looking out. I’m trying to reclaim my body from you; the great valleys of your fingernails still stretch and end in deep mines, emptied of the natural goodness carved original sin sold off...
On the Bird’s Wings

On the Bird’s Wings

I find it impossible to write you poetry;dense, leaden, eyes like mine that strainbeneath the ghosts of love,and are quick to snarlor freeze in embarrassment.I find it impossible to tracethe faultlines of your body runningtowards the galaxies;to grace the tectonic...
After the Parasites Came

After the Parasites Came

I draw my grandfather’s lungs in charcoal spit the fluid in his throat; tremor in art as is the shaking hands when he goes to lift the tea to his lips. Making leaves in old mugs transferred to sipping cups and the brief illumination of the body choking on life. All...
The Grand Western

The Grand Western

I don’t remember much of the days we spent together, roaming a water’s edge, watching black summer storms rolling in across the ocean; I remember Guitar Hero was my seduction, like clutching buttons too tightly was a sign of things to come; Guitar Hero was my...
Mesnes Park

Mesnes Park

How coarse the street-piano’s language appears, how brutish and dumb when spavined hands perform ugly permutations in the air; conjuring that beastly Autumn, right before the rain. Our summers came wet, too; blistering light which made eyes – more accustomed to wooden...