Month

it’s when the blood 
runs again in the tree
that the winter deities
born in snow
first hit adolescence

this happens every year
even though it’s april only once
that’s when it’s first april
and after that april
april’s only april again

i hate looking at myself naked in the mirror
october  october     ha ha     october
it’s really october and it’s been october
for years and years now
i don’t like the feeling
of getting used to this
october has thirty-one days to it

from Yew Nork (2014)

Aunted

thes amet ime
ha da visi on:
ah aunted
thi ckness
an dat rapdo or
   hi ding
the reis so meg hostly
du ring then ight

from Yew Nork (2014)

The Station

the cool warm beast of my youth keeps himself preserved
in a cold dark locker in the city inside my head
in the train station that disappears at dawn
with the blind automobiles of nighttime awareness
	i really feel lost without him
	as i walk the teeth of the bathroom floor
	that keep the bottoms of my feet awake

airplanes are asleep in my ears
and far under my feet is another city
where i would have wound up     brain awake
had i taken that last train i saw last night
before the streets turned to scattered marbles
and the cars shut down their lights and turned coward
	missing the train ride that continues this next morning
	along the long track 
that circles the sun and comes back to earth
	after a century of bright light and brilliance
	on its own genius journey     its own instant of eternity
	simultaneously on its start and its return
	to the beast that keeps all-night walkers awake
	in their stations of finite years and visible darkness
	in their stations of teeth cutting into footpads
	

from Yew Nork (2014)