Words
Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall
We used to walk local shelter dogs in the fall.One of them had to stop every few yards to pee. We didn’t mind, & neither...
Last Night
what does everyone want to do
for their last night on earth
walk the high wire
bend over backwards
look up at the stars until they
start to look...
in the light
Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...
Summer Time
I can’t think about summer enough.
The gooey melancholy warm inside me like
FAT Krinkle-Kut French Fries dipped in ketchup
In between pool games and juke box...
the river that cries
had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...
A Spate of Poets
They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.
I’ll be the log in your fire place. Let our nostalgia ...
Result Of The Utterance
Every single thing that is alive communicates.
All that lives from bees to trees, harmonyfrom root and branch to you and memust one way or...
en el camino con angelitos
L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye
where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...
Instrument of Vibration
In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin...
my...
Be Patient, Flower Girl
Be patient, flower girl.
Take time to grow,
Teach the importance of knowing.
Taking a look at perspective
It is always changing.
Leave dried seed heads and grasses
Pruned back...
Obelisks in the Desert
Melted moon-wax dripping outover the leave-less trees tonightcharming me with such good tastelanguidly stitching together the patchwork
The textures weren’t half so brightwhen they ensconced...
Thanksgiving
Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn,
reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield
Thanks for hold buttons, for forced
moments to focus...
