Category Archives: Poems

Brain I The damage, and the skunk cabbage; and the skunks themselves… the rout of the poet. As I walked, the sun began to set. People were walking by, and walking through: many chance encounters. And then, it all happened. … Continue reading →

Urge to save bodies from a burning car crash, money in your front pocket your house from restitution by the state… deep in the burning car, the bodies charred a little life left beneath the charcoal skin it is enough; … Continue reading →

I tore through scripture sucking it up like dew on a morning flower Genesis was nice, and the psalms, but Isaiah was the best the flying serpent, and the vomit on every table… scripture sucked me wet and dry and … Continue reading →

Anton Webern, 1883-1945 Tobacco just off the farm Before it has been cured, A scent only just rising From its veins, graceful as notes on cream staff; the good stuff, What you’ll find in your cigar As evening curfew comes, … Continue reading →

Forbes So Quiet You can’t hear him plugging up the bell with rubber mute stopping pausing again going lower pigeons and flies in the garbage in the alley rose and golden light rising in a gust of wind auto engines … Continue reading →

Absent Sounds Betty hopping twisting hip quick flick of leg arms in air pas de deux the two alone with Joe she pulling wrists back gracefully going in suspended crawl position back up Forbes popping bites of brass Joe shaking … Continue reading →

in memory of Paul Celan In the ovens, charred remains Broken bones of a lamb Cooked to a crisp Experimental surgery of the mind Stillborn dreams and sour ecstasy, Dead race in the throes of a dead heat Between the … Continue reading →

Shoot me, he said topping off Timothy Leary with a little foam the beer was strong and tasty got you drunk on just one sip two, and you’re sitting on stars you’re a star yourself, shining light… We all shine … Continue reading →

The passage of language in and out like a thread covered with bodily fluids language of passage pushed like a suture through your next door neighbor’s scar melding with his gush and goo his bile and blood and semen tying … Continue reading →

1 European son their mentor, Delmore Schwartz telling it like it is, the children of the czar and the ball evading their will, European son the crack in their veneer the crevice in the speaker blaring out blasted sound dirty … Continue reading →