Determined to enjoy the chaos that upturns us, or
to leave it all behind, or cut
the thread evenly.
A real treatise on vagrancy, if heaven is too far
to imagine.
Existing as perpetual matter.
Bones, hammer, oxidized linen, bound up and lit
as an olive grove.
What wisdom can be afforded on days that allow
a certain cut of meat.
January 2022
I am indistinguishable from my nightmares An impatient group of cells claiming arson, or the familiar Hands squeezing at the borders. Every inch of nail, discarded lengths of knotted ropes that keep The sun from strangling itself. A haze covers all light as it travels Into this chaotic atmosphere, one granted momentarily A mist that is ever heavy and carries us along. Our eyes, just spectators lately, we are bound to cross and dot Our relevant exculpatory statements. May 2022
Mid-range missile tests A sordid unreality is living under Train tracks, feeding on Puddles, slowly absorbing the sun overhead, That which disappears intermittently. March 2022
To gather tension or, as an object with curved sides lay at the edge of a steep hill Wait submerged in thick syrupy light. To wonder, embracing the form as it appears to climb Below the ocean, a shining modified eye. A ritual of setting stones in place, burning desire, and a melancholic deviation toward leaving ashes dutifully stepped on. April 2021
Blessed engines Baptized in lager Threatened by swaths of Enthused pigeons Headed into flux As the realms cross from lightness To dwelling in Tempered shadows Jan 2022
An accident keeps us coming back to the garden under a rain of fungal spores scaly lichens allow the sun to bathe them as they rush to disintegrate mineral longings The undergrowth claims a rebellious stance as we spread like mycelium, burying sentiment in decayed leaf-litter We beat the sun with heavy fists and there are only harsh consequences to dragging particles of light to feed the parasite
flesh persists, is kept sweet or wanting a subdued growth under the dark reflective traffic of rest Lessness or the alternative delights in darkness subsumed under agitated lights
we are beings of light inclined to chanting a prayer for tossing across beds yearning i imagine the need, a willingness to fulfill consent holds hostage the eye and hands
To disconnect or release boundaries: An attachment to connection, exercises in comforting the madness A world's chaos declared an aesthetic dream, superimposed on fogged mirrors and we draw the flowers bigger when they grow next to trash bins The strength of the seed's roots bursting through an indescribable existence
Desatura 