9/28
a nest the size of a dime
I downy down til the dawn
then curl into a round shape
spark life in my dead center
a burning coil within me
here's this thing unravelling
9/21
it died the second it came alive
i’ll find another neuro path
way hey where is my mind
i’m trying in real time
serial immaterial
don't need this fistful of thought
fold into the files of lines
& shapes up there
& cataloging essences
weightless matrixes
close eyelids & sometimes words
emerge effortlessly
9/16
I try to stretch my back & pull the pain out through will power. Spine tears sweater. Will pokes out through ribs. If I focus, I can lessen the discomfort. Try again. A pale blue suit of ache I’ve worn for 20 months. My ribs rub against the inner pockets. Invisible kerchief tightening. Yet my skin is still soft & I can hear the leaves outside. My petrified bones dousing water. Willful.
8/24
the dream began as a scream
spitting with meaning
you put on your holy mohair sweater
I tied up my black combats
& erratically beating
circling chaos
you do a stage dive
I sit on the stage near the amp
who will catch my artifacts
10,000 watches, chrome spikes on my back
I throw back a couple swigs of beer
you know the lyrics to minutemen songs
8/17
48 feet in the mud flood
a compass between my teeth
the air around the dancers
the sneezing season
64 shades of green scenes
thoughts spiraling in the tree
a raccoon in the dentist office
a dozen roses in the driver's seat
7/13
brought out my walking feet
slept in a dense nest
noted the wind
dotted my eyes
feathered my arms & hands
cried without tears
slept in blue light
cupped soil in my palms
4/27
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it forced gold down my throat the sun
& my veins glowed a deep red through my skin
i placed a tiny seed on my pale blue tongue
& its chestnut brown sheen felt soft there
casting pink light on my teeth
one silver crown unmoving
a rotten black molar
close up of lavender lips on the screen
4/13
given a blue jar with notes
took one note the broke jar
spoke for no one that day
but i listened to every body
& they glistened in the light
& vibrated like a sun storm
& collected my thoughts into notes
& scattered notes onto broken jars
1/12
what’s the natural order of things
the perpetual sequential
where’s my mind what do we do now
start beginning with the last thing
found it under the snow blanket
warm beneath the cold coverlet
thinking about the sun’s return
without the dearly departed
1/5/26
my eyes grew larger overnight
or my lungs’ increased capacity widened the vision field
I could envision a landscape of ferns & twigs & finches
took three deep breaths
& melted the walls with three sighs
took three steps towards the horizon line