The Book of Never My Always, Overdue My Bible spits out Republicans brandishing Bazookas and hand-grenades. I think they’re from the Book of Revelations, because of that whole Armageddon thing. But when a new bar of soap feels more like an old friend to my nose, the hand-worn pages of all my ancestors splay out […]
awaygoing the city might miss me when i am gone. there is strength in ambiguity, and despite most likely not missing the city myself, i still do have a validation complex. the fingers will not stretch and wave, though. there will not be a hole in the existence of the city. there will just be […]
Well, You’re Dead and I’m holding my own,taking on water, mainlyin my feet and ankles,filling up like a rain gaugeor the Edmund Fitzgerald.Time hangs burdens on us:weight, fatigue, regretthe most noticeable.They bind our hands andplant our feet to the soil,to a moment thatno longer existson this twisting Earth.A mediocre boxer,I keep moving, clockwise,around this ring,shoulders […]
Coal to Burn the World I do not belong here. I, do not belong Belly down against flat earth I, Splinter like sheet glass beneath boots that crack my spine I. Do not belong. I, a feather bed to my own head My Own, very particular kind of madness Lying here, on the ground Life […]