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in love - song

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notebook #9 cover

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hiking with sarah (poem)

sarah moves with me

on the trail

we are

as mythic

as mundane as

the woods

themselves

trees reach out

and we duck

like little

animals

who love

to be alone

the sun sets

but light passes

from

her

to

me

she labors in jeans

and an old high school

drama t-shirt

but I see a thin summer dress

at home in 1960—

behind

her parent’s

house

billy ray's sadness

gimp comic - be okay with this, me

hand

my wife and me

in passing (poem)

i happen to pass the address

and think

they’ve moved

in fact

my mind corrects me

this is two houses ago for them now

on the lawn i gather

someone’s discarded Pepsi can

along with my thoughts of them

although i know very well

the energy required to recycle these things

is almost more than they are worth

i put everything in the blue bin and

leave

t-dawg

addict (blank verse poem)

hint: read it out loud

it can be sweet to be denied in need

perhaps a man might ask through teeth and grin

in poison light to bleed

                         he begs for junk

beneath a stench of sickness killed too late

he kindly pinches beetles out of hairs to make

a place for venom lightning sliding wild

and mean through veins 

                       he dreams distorted nights

in pain with vivid eyes that ride the fire—

he cannot find heroine’s lull

nor can he feel that angel’s pull

instead she stabs him screaming no

gak

forever young

life after rogain

the first and second delusions

i remember chaco

care my hands (haiku)

care my hands from yours
our bodies clasp together
no more statistics

the home-broken fence of my beloved

greyflower

the slow predictable increase of understanding

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the ocean

paper towel with ink hatchmarks, overexposed

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fluxie wuxie

later, at the home office

orage

how to get a date

postacne

Advice from the Clover Room Guard

It shows respect. The older people know what he’s earned in all his years cleaving things. There is a need to remember something weird: assimilation & hear say. Basically anything sexual, practical, or empirical. I just want it to become worse and worse, you know? Talking to people.

Every Saturday night this old couple will come inside to get away from the rain and to be a good example to the family. We should when we’re 85 years old. I was the only person my dad never had fights with on the couch in our generation. When a man can murmur about which mind is going to marry a cross-crown, I mean, that’s great. As long as a lot of men take their wives for granted, they can have the rest of it. Just a couple, and remember, this is just your opinion here, but I don’t think you should try to force these thoughts onto anybody else until you’re sure they're ready. First, at your age I didn’t… um… explain myself through trial & error. The fact is the better father dictates the wonder, he describes it thoroughly. When we were first married & I found there was a big chasm… we, we just didn’t say too much about it. I realized I couldn’t appreciate the selection of words I chose, so we had to go before anyone else could last forever and ever amen and amen.

dispose (poem)

lie over to me—

float like a bad black thought guided to its last night

die behind a gale blowing like bad tv

there’s no other way to say it

i no longer love you but

you’re welcome to stay til dawn

when everything is killed by our sun

the atmosphere destroyed in ages passed

hold my hand like a dead bird and

dispose of it

99 bottles

two addicts

celeb hate

bids me speak (poem)

stupid ignorant poet fool

you think you have the right to talk of God and Roast Beef?

have you even begun to see the edge of the shape of God?

you are so dumb

while your lips bleed because they are too dry

Jesus Christ is bleeding the price of the world

humiliated as a geek’s chicken

in pain He calls you, promising Knowledge andRoast Beef

and the Love of God, the Father we share with Him

i, too, have no right to talk of God

yet

as is His fashion

He bids me speak 

gnihton

family portraits

two dogs number two

dragon ball wish

don't "waist" your wishes

stay at yours home

you Do No like 
HER STAY AT YOURS
HOME DO NT COME
HERE NO

face rubbings

nothing says i forgot it was father's day like a grass rubbing

the wave

asking me if this is what you think it is won't change the fact that it is, so why ask?

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nightdream (a prose poem)

Nightdream

As she often does in the dark, Sarah sleeps beside my turning mind. A wandering sketch of thought unearths salvation again. All my worries shrink, shrink. I try to grab them, but now they are too small, not even pinpoint stars. The sheets blankets pillowcases are only soft extensions of the darkness, though the room is typically quite real. Like a drug user, I am betrayed by the black terror of God’s eternity. My hands fly out for little troubles (bill argument disappointment—anything) but they only find the ancient braille at the edge. Open to the dark, my fingers feel for the first time words they signed millennia ago. Back when we dreamed of coming to Earth, and smiled straight back at our Father’s face.

Now, as if on cue, the goddess stirs. Inlaid with fire skin and intoxicating human weight, she descends upon me until I long to be in the presence of my family’s dead. I wonder, if only vaguely, what I thought real life was supposed to be like. Her eyes hair fingers transform from daily woman burdened to another part of me, a holy piece. I become woman and man alone. Our walls—so humbly white and bare—are the walls of a mansion, a palace, a temple. I know in the morning I will return to ignorance, so now I let the words escape in even tones: I am this night a god, vested in the burning gems of all future glory.

teeth/eyes

afternoon out walking (small and big versions)

detail

dark summers

our house begins at the front door
and ends at my late grandma's bed
the perfect moment always passes 
like a tune out of our heads 

but the song that we sing together
is one we have sung here before
i'm safe deep in the knowledge
it's one can sing once more

sarah do you remember 
those summers so dark with our evil absurd?
the shadows of those days still sometimes pass over us
like the shadows of sick birds

but i have seen the future 
even though it cannot be seen
it's sleeping right here beside me
dreaming the things you dream

i would say that i'm lucky 
but i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid i'd be ungrateful
if i didn't admit that i've been blessed

thinking about all the sunshine back then
makes me want to cry
thinking about all we lost back then
cause i refused...all we lost just cause i...

but don't say that we're lucky 
i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid we'd be ungrateful
if we didn't admit that i've been blessed

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lightning on the sidewalk create me in your image

there’s a reason everything disappeared last night

i want you feeling certain you understand why i came to your house

why i showed up in the middle of a bad personal fight

well

lover make me anxious

at least have the decency to put your purse outside

lover make me angry

when the rain comes it will ruin everything in sight

do you feel certain you understand why i came to your house

why i showed up in the middle of a bad personal fight

lightning on the sidewalk cremates me in your image

everything disappears at night…and…

lover make me anxious
at least have the decency to put your purse outside

lover make me angry

when the rain comes it will ruin everything in sight

do you know why i knocked twice

well i knocked twice 
do you know why i came to your house last