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
Corners catch the frogs in their escape- settled through terror, on dead forests dense with memory. A diet of expanding air, a fortune that declares An expansion of desire.
Desatura 