3/25/24
soaked up gas on my walk to the y
finally slept last night
we almost caught on fire maybe
anxiety attack yesterday
swam 30 laps in the warm pool
will take a shower soon
burn slower in the shower
calm my nerves
found gas soaked shoes in the locker
i am dry even when wet
retrace a trail of gasoline
cry in my sleep
4/8/24
the itch is growing
a stitch in mind
timed doubt, i call the loons
came home at noon
scratched it in the room
doom in the roomy head
crack open a can of mountain doom
sinch my thirsty
bloodhound on last night’s dream
ate out of my skull bowl head
stepped on my furred feet
rejected my advance
4/22/24
thought think lost lose, my mine
but spilt i’m on the floor n’ sipped it
drunk it & drink it again, my friend
dramkit dramkit til min end
drum kick, diptych, dipstick, my dowry
a drowsy flooring, my dowry door
5/6/24
back to back back attack
the stack hung out w/
lack the lack hurt my back
I shacked up w/ buttercup
but buttercup kicked
a thought just now:
this
erthat
5/20/24
witnessed a rare plum trumpet flower
a ladybug emerged from my sweater
redder than redder than
rarity
rarely leave my rug these days
but flower every hour
warm ever thoughts spring butter
and cover every clover over here
5/13/24
they chomped on solar flesh their hot eyes
lithe lizards w/ cool teeth
meek sinners w/ big means
meaning nothing their eyes
meaning nothing their flame eyes
hold gaze on moving things
roving gaze on still things
solar predicaments
6/3/24
vertigo spell i lean over &
i spill myself all over &
the dizziness rises & subsides &
slide on my side don’t fall
but i do can’t help myself
& swim around the leafy ground
under branches & worms & other
debris that float with me lovingly
i hold twigs in my mouth
i won’t spit them out loud
in a vertigo spell now &
the floating words hold me down
6/17/24
the feeling wraps it drapes & stays
inside the room, a portent
dormant explorer of corners
in a foursquare house, a chair
to rest all this
innermost feeling, a second
7/1/24
when nothing is churning nothing churns & moves & pressures
pressing down on the chest, the muscles hard
sinews strangle the head is pressure
the nothing, the churning, the shifting
foot on shoulder a hand gestures in sequence & speaks
hand says something to someone
someone understands in scent
a gesture toward the sky, a lifting by hand
gravity won’t be invented for another year
7/15/24
the yard across the way is alive now
the car in their driveway is a sad cow
the boy in their driveway will furrow his brow
he’d like to spring chicken but doesn’t know how
7/29/24
why are they vacuuming the sidewalk?
the polish on the lawn is dull.
how did the house braid the street like that?
sunbutter, cauliflower, cakemix.
where is my mind?
the parcels have arrived in pieces.
have we conquered chocolate yet?
the earth shakes every now & then, you know.
whose hair is this on the yellow sofa?
screaming TVs whisper to me.
8/26/24
what did i find when i lost it
the it constituting its plural
night lighting diurnal
dark stone against skin
aggregate again
or pale shell on cloth
a single bed to land upon
9/6/24
we drank japanese whisky last night
we spanked the dawn then too
dreamt of wild brown bears outside
pillows afloat beds in tow now
we soaked in the hottest tub
our crinkly skins in love
10/14/24
the feeling when i cannot find my eyes
& they hurt somewhere alone
& all that head atmosphere
the hearing when i cannot find my tongue
& the silence that’s lodged in my throat
& the sound that lives in my hand
the journey into my gut
where it sleeps now
11/4/24
brain kilter history quakes
history is mystery, the hole deepens
the hole depends on the surface
surface of mountainside, you reach first
you reach brain summit
& something is off kilter, no summit
& something else lost in the landslide
& something not yet found, you touch it
touch the hole in the landslide
you wish for a landslide, a shaking below
touch the hole in the wish
the hole is there for all to see
11/11/24
know say what
said know say
if not when
then then then
how long now
little instant thing
in an inn
checked out space
11/18/24
the brain on the tip of my tongue doubts
the softer space in between the shouts
inside the cave lives a small bear
inside the small bear is my lair
where i hide my doubt in a box
i keep it there w/ the clocks
sometimes can’t bear my doubts & thoughts
the softer spaces & the empty lots
12/23/24
forcing words through this hole
called a mouth or a wound
or a star or a static dance
of small comets in your black hair