Saturday, January 4, 2020

Heart Wolf Poem

let me keep your wolf in my heart
where it can eat its fill of movement

i can stand the pain
i have a whole pack of wolves
in hearts all over the city

for some kinds of wolves
coziness equals smothering

the wolf will grow

my heart     if it doesn’t grow too
will someday get too small for it

the wolf will be chewing     chewing
chewing as much as it wants to

but i will be the one out walking
the one out with my own pack of friends
in the sweet cold snows of the park

from Oedipus' First Lover (2009)

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Post Mortem (after Vincent van Gogh's "Wheatfield with Crows")

what if i saw two moons in the sky
and they were both light blue in a twilight swirl
that was nearing the black of unconsciousness
and that crows     tiny     irregular     broken     thin
desperately winged for their lives against the whirls
of pure air i saw in the two moons’ rising

and say you were inspired by
the alien light in a firmament going on toward
the familiarity of blindness
and that the birds would flap twice and be gone
tiny lifespans in the sight of the moment
and that the tan grasses too
would go black then invisible in the new night
like a civilization without breath or momentum
like another country fallen
in the buried dirt below dusk

i could still hear the wind through the wheatfields
i could still imagine the crows’ fearless explorations
i could imagine     i could imagine
that the season could come again when the same moons
the one and her twin sister
would show the same as tonight
with the same birds
in the same country in the same nation
i could imagine     i could imagine

from Oedipus' First Lover (2009)

Monday, December 9, 2019

Ake Rp!

yrt eat la keyr n aps rung clean
meht le nsa hf un nelso ake rp!
an taet gnurps     fu lenn foraso
sel en sfore is lobber
de ni t hesko ’ob mat, theo
sehn apwavers
li’kea ade, kal
hooba e rof de ahner m bly wit
h thes nails “( )” was hing

from Oedipus' First Lover (2009)

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

In the Beginning

int he be n in
giva li ght
devid hew a were
morer ond ay
            det gr herb
            fru it yiel
ding aftind it
was so
            e ert gr as
            li ght less ght
            ni ght me at
go od

from Oedipus' First Lover (2009)

Friday, September 6, 2019


elsa and i decided to have a vital center in a bare commissary
she with her bright full nails
swiped at my clown makeup and started eating

we were carrying on in animated pain and partially blind
her husband          by the neck
sunk in and left his fangs on the table

hey        anatole        how you like it licked at him?
it’s a classic one-liner and he rolled over        begged
stood up        very proud of having said it        

a modern day version in reverse
is now a bare-scrap incident
meant to be leader        a just time girl
stopped dancing and dusted her knees
stand forward
calmly sucked the business partner

it’s the classic one-liner
feed situation from the back of the room
luminescent fingernails in the darkness
intimations of feed me
none of this ambivalence
normal folks might have tried

the rest of the people kept on message:
when I saw her drop to her knees
she had fainted        but she hadn’t
she just said so        and winked

from Cyclone Fence (2007) reprinted after too much Proust

Monday, July 15, 2019

Had To Be Ritual Space

when first faced without god figures
and a very pan angry
not faced itself 
the tapes    concert halls    and sports
make a noise
and produce mural worship

at home we come out of the ends of newspapers

a line being drawn

it is fascinating to obtained through our creative discovery
through a chimpanzee laugh
them after
viewing it seems that we do
very fast
but calling loudly

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, June 21, 2019

War Poem

HEY!    dough wanna fight?
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough wanna fight?
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dukedukedukeduke
HEY!    dukedukedukeduke
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dukedukeduke    fight?
HEY!    dukedukedukeduke
HEY!    HEY!
HEY!    doooooooo
HEY!    akakakakakak
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough wanna fight?
HEY!    dough
HEY!    dough
HEY!    duh

from The Troubles (1993)

Monday, May 27, 2019

Contact Lenses

where’s my bathtub?
gotta simplify things:
plastic streets of this dream in front of you
bobbing as you walk
a guillotine has a cutting edge
and cold faces

walk again
like a fat woman inside a skinny woman trying to get out
like a     huge
like poverty swells each time its name
is turned into ceremony

has pinball been invented?

where have i been
looking for your knees?

contact lenses 
dropped on command
biplanes ascending from an emotionless sea
bubbles bursting beneath your feet
one lifetime obsessed with the flying dutchman
is one too many

who inherited
this paper
that they cover     an entire ocean
in plastic

and ready to walk
no bathtub beneath them
on water?

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Five Dictionary Poems

I    round:
            the rump
            a circular case

II   name:
            as we called him

III  fare:
            to be in a well
            eat transportation 

IV   fate:
            to be incapable
            and the blue dye obtained

V    favor:
            to help resemble

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Romance Is Relived

old who joys      death
could criticize the woes that go
with trouble

and particularly a spicy romance
calculation of shirts
would have recognized its making

trouble no

will     reached     and     are:
 1) always be too much for us
 2) heaven and it was syrupy
 3) because it says the discussion is over
 4) are not mine
no devil        will roll and stare
no roll and stare        is possessed
no devil is
no is possessed

someone i love? 
speak to me for weeks
has large eyes        hourglass:
one in joy will always be live enough

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, March 22, 2019

Sno Ring

s leep in glik e a
   cor psesno 
   allth e air
  in toy outh 
   en back
  ou tag ain
   emp tyno

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Bull Tin

laid off

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, February 16, 2019


a small fuzzy dog
checks out the lamp post
sniffs a little at its base
then decides against it
goes back to the task
of pulling the famous author
on her leash down the street

Saturday, February 9, 2019

From the Fog

the surviving fragments about fog:
 couldn't understand why fog
 very direct to fear
 surviving an angel
 the word peace
 expected to from my fiancee
 was fond of oratory
 died in the enclosure 
 others are humorous a hundred miles
 i was not yet asleep
 approach life force triumphed
i recognized a rock        a tree
that long-windedness which was to be avoided
a crumbling mass of something i did not have
that vision immediately returned
 of the living
 a kind of light near me
 a vast luminous halo
 the mist spreading it beyond shape
  beyond treatise
  beyond predictability
   to his lips
   this secret
   i can see
   as i drift
   apart in its coolness

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Four Dictionary Poems

I  see saw:
  up and down
  or struggle

  site ends
  of the other goes down

II security:
  being secure as
  fear or anxiety

  freedom from given

  pledged to make an evidence

  ownership of cures

III sampling:

  technique pose

  a small part of people

IV revelation:

  communicating divine

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, January 25, 2019

Cats and the Moon

a full moon blue in a blue sky
invisibility holding its wonder from itself

a cat claws at it despite that
does a blue moon taste like cheese 
or like chicken?

consider that string of clouds 
that hold the moon up
you can see those    even in an airplane
though to passengers 
the string looks like cotton
and you can’t hear their song 
for the engine noises

i love the sound a jet engine makes
i love the noises i can’t hear
from planets rolling like kittens on a blue carpet

on another planet 
they make up stories about earth
about their own moons they can’t see either
about their own cats that fly from roof to roof
trying to find a way to hypnotize each other

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Paint Makes the Man

comes when a man’s reason is away
full about these clothes and
to entomb itself
superiority on its part perhaps
paint makes the man     and that’s all
it was as if     there on display
group or a whole country’s horizons

 found a nail that long on the stairway
 found rain on the skylight an entire mist
 fill em up here surprise that there was
 a pill when opened december already
 grand lit square of sandstone downtown’s river drifting in
 contraband bite accompanied by dunes     settlers

from Cyclone Fence (2017)

Friday, September 14, 2018


        w        it 
 w        here
 in        mym        outh?
 the       ni’ll
 tilif        indy        ou
 myear        y

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Heat of the Meeting

i was burning the globe of the identical
slow liquid eye
but it generates smoke though it's hard to believe

this flow drawn
eros and thanatos
also freely

and love like a second thought
i can hear breath
in this warm        that heat
and in hell
and yet when you draw back
nineteen forever
i feel the coolness

rocketing like generals        nuclear cephalus
this is not the last look possible
if that kind of love
in the slow        could you not want it warmer
want the heat of that meeting
this comfort only once?

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, July 6, 2018


they build themselves in your finger
if your knees work      rips      the lizard is waiting
to a seaside dream
that were halved by half ready:
 you don't remember eyes and
 you don't remember shrieks
 too dry for a fever
 i was supposed to basketball
 as you walked down to mandalay
dead gangsters' hearts right inside your pantsleg
you're not supposed to or loose enough in the tropics
popcorn        passenger ships
when you saw it work enough saxophone to find out

ah the road to mandalay
where the frozen dinners play

in thirty years of roads about to go off
in the vision is being taste
in popcorn
in saxophone
it isn't easy giving feet without one
is it worth   taste?
that you saw in       taste?
to afterwards         taste?
you thought of        taste?
whatever              taste
carries that theology
the door opened
and a guitar rumbled
a giant pizza appeared on his bedroom ceiling
he said

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, June 15, 2018

Archaeological Site

call a plumber!
this helicopter
                     is digging
                  between my temples!
        french fries!
jail!       shoulders!
     knit flags!
politics are my balls!
ape hair    all over the floor!
the middle of dogs doesn't even have
its rubble cleared!
sundays     forbidden
are sold with more sanctity than confetti or scarecrows!
call a plumber!
my walls have been running
and i haven't seen them
for weeks!  

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, May 26, 2018


i have to check your history at four-thirty
all the roman ruins of dehydrated bacteria
all the viral cave paintings of galloping infections
all stretched up and down among the hills and dips
of all the beggars holding previous diagnoses in their broken paws

but now     i want you to take this
volume of medical lore that i’ll leave you on your nightstand
look through the pictorial representations
tomorrow i’ll give you real ones in a vial
the art from the museum of my soul
the winding and unwinding of the dna of my own civilization
the light that transcends glass
to make its own moon on the wall so to speak
can you sing?     can you sing to this?
your notes will float you away
this cave art newly manufactured
these paintings made of smoke
this memory of their genesis too hot to hold
for longer than the second it takes your mouth to say lifetime

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, May 7, 2018

Wall Awe

alL nOW awake
awake All now
alL AwaKE now
AWaKe now all
NOw aWAke aLL

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

For the Resistance -- Be Woke!

Saturday, March 31, 2018


bronze challenge development
development challenge bronze
challenge bronze development
development bronze challenge
challenge development bronze
bronze development challenge

from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, March 19, 2018

Last Purchase

civilization won't let you in at the table top
thing in the cold
unaware of
part of you
the dream    cool
of jungle under your hands
the part of
when your throat hurts

but often death is less organic but you
a short fast life
these live in    as the clouds move
last purchase
the flood is too cozy
you can't    see them
part of you    the part you    the part of
and can't for the freeze

from Cyclone Fence (2007)