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the silence of the heavens

what poems do you have left you must give yourself to them not because they will be good or right or even worth writing but because they will be yours like nothing else even if the words are borrowed from people long since dead even if they’re stolen from a future you will not make … Continue reading


i am trying to define loneliness for you but you wouldn’t understand which is exactly it * i have been able to avoid being alone by avoiding i and what i have been * there is little like loneliness which is perhaps why there is little loneliness except for in poetry where each line is … Continue reading

gods are afraid of heights

the gods may be immortal but they need brief you to feel as though you must be needed in the world for there is so much pain and suffering despite the gods who in their silence show sacrifice sulks greatness and that they big as the universe are cut down to cheese-cube you whose height … Continue reading

our father

if night could talk it would moan about morning and how daylight hurt the eyes though it would also say it couldn’t see much anyways * it was the sweaty summer where the sun swelled like a single organism swallowing the sky that i was born again in myself i wet with i a reverse … Continue reading

cherubs and chair rubs

i wonder what it was like for eve to have adam first bite into her garden so deep that she was left breathless and felt that he hit her rib * sex excess for even in eden there is d * this is genesis 2 requiring recreation between born bodies and oceans that crawl out … Continue reading

what remains

god grant me the belief to not need belief in a god * he wanted to prove that he was sorry so he dangled there like an exclamation which left most with a question mark and silent remark of how all could be improved * there is no redemption only redefinition on there is * … Continue reading

a smart god created stupidity

if there is anything i learned it is to question answers and to relearn if there is anything * it took a billion years for people to think that the world is only a few thousand years   how wonderful to be so rocky still * eating my words with a tongue that slides a … Continue reading

egg roast

the following are a continuation of the echo of yesterday’s yesterday which was tomorrow then, but now are a bunch of murmurs that could be the house because it’s winter and the wind wishes to remind you of the enjoyment it gave you in summer though you put in ear plugs, climb into the bed’s … Continue reading

chicken roost

the following are responses to poets who are long since dead but who sometimes answer me during long nights that it is okay, keep showering, eating chips from a grizzly bag, and reading for there will always be death and in it, poetry and the chipped showers of reeds from those lived days. * two … Continue reading

tears reflect eyes

it was dawn when i met my creator and he asked why did i undo what he did and i said i meant to go quietly and not bother anyone but i made such a mess in the beginning with all that fluid and form and i was wailing and kept doing it when i … Continue reading