slowly showing some light,
the head to toe darkness
it displayed months earlier
no longer carries the days.
Read MoreSir: Temptation doesn’t think
at all. It’s available in
that simian way. Says Hobbes,
the people unleashed
sovereign “without stint”
meaning in perpetuity.
There was no response from Moscow.
Read MoreThis is the end of the nineteen fifties.
And so factory work is booming in Ohio.
My father holds title to a pair of Cadillacs,
Read MoreBright spikes of metal fringe the top
of informational panels
at the bird refuge where we escape
For two weeks straight I prayed that I’d stay sad,
last summer. Knee deep in hailstorms and
the feelings that ate their way out of me
Heat dying in a most particular
fashion,
like a cleansing dream.
A blackbird built its nest on my tongue
chirps every time I bite wails every time I forget
its beak and feathers
Linger
summer and its loudness.
every day is a flash of gold and green and heat that settles into your skin like love
Read Morethe evening drips quietly. when you
bare your hands, you give them a
following; a habitable estrangement.
Read MoreIn my dreams you exist as wide, enclosed spaces;
locked warehouse full of supplies.
New-built castle. I travel
Grandpa went suddenly
watching Gomer Pyle,
lemonade on the card table.
His giant shadow was seen briefly
walking across the noontime sky,
wearing a wide brimmed hat
The port opens,
and the size of the landing
dock dwarfs our excitement
After an absence of years, I return to Li Bo,
find him in a little bar downtown drinking
red wine, scribbling poems.