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burn the witch but keep the broom

i need to tell you i love you like i need not to but can nonetheless as the moon does to the sun sometimes during the day as a freckle against the blue waves that reach towards the sky and stars even in the smallest of cups * i am nothing without you for even … Continue reading

loss of loss

the following is too much of too little. * write it write it write the poem that includes everyone including you there sitting sloppily looking at them flipped precipitating pages of night and remaining unseen unread unknown like a lost thing * no one reads and all remains right for there is little wrong with … Continue reading

hole through

look upon you like for lost keys and the open wound above that forever changes its bandages but still bleeds sun daily until that will go too into nothing and nothing again for i throat silence instead of a voice which has heard too much like that a voice cannot listen from bodies borrowed from … Continue reading

be longing be

electricity green where the nature doesn’t grow finds me holding onto my bag fearing the rowing above from buildings bending against the dried stream that recounts the now dead tree stumps still reaching for the next leaf and the original current of yellow that may bask between my legs in a smell of longing to … Continue reading

jes(t)us

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

microwave pasta poisons the birds

it is not love that will get rid of that feeling of lack of love it is not pain that will absolve numbness it is not what it is that makes is it and it is not not that makes you come to know no but instead it is you there waiting for something that … Continue reading

thinking on thinking

mornings have regretted the night before but have still picked off the shadows that are leeches gleaned from a stream of yellow that smell like piss in a daylight that sees me there clothed yet still naked moving in the direction opposite from the world’s spin trying to regain tomorrow’s tomorrow with a little bit … Continue reading

july always

that great june light that throats summer into a call of plants gobbling and bugs that coo only for a ravenous month and mouth that’ll ruin the harvest in fall but now rests among the wave of yellow that sees me aiming for another planet with my piss drunk and hollering that i’ll water the … Continue reading

history book in our spine

a poem every direction:   wish you were here here wish you were were here wish you you were here wish   a direction: every poem * i worry that history has narrowed its focus on me and will one day be called back by the vindication of my flesh a child caught up in … Continue reading

lift off

they say it small almost a whisper to carve you into a beautiful statue after an earthquake that can finally see the day light but instead notices the rubble around that is shaped like its left foot   you are nothing * face bent towards the honeycomb sky dripping being into her while she suckles … Continue reading