God keeps talkin’ shit, Callin’ me out by name, Reminding me I’ve been made, In my own image, And she ain’t to blame. Her hands are clean Of my conscience, Even when she moves in, To slap my mouth silent, The sin-stain stays with me. I can’t wipe away the tears, Pooling […]
If I die tomorrow,
I’m sorry I didn’t work harder
Should my heart quiet by sunset,
Forgive me. I could have stayed another hour
If my family gets calls about my body,
I apologize for calling in sick those days
But should I perish on the clock,
Please do not even mention my name
the customers bird
a sales tax forest fern
dollar seed refunds
trickling down moss
green as deep receipts
declined again the dew
waits on leaves for an
order that never comes
Be screamed the Lord
What cut the dark
Its thoughts’ knots
Pottered Its esophagus a
Dumb yawning sarcophagus
(Them living tomb
Warm unseen cancers)
Infiniplite in the way
A well vomits brack-
Black waters forth or
Hot rotten birth rings
Worm these diseases
Even before designing teeth
And greed the Lord
Bored the nightness
Clawed for Its image
And tore in the walls
Of the abyss to feel
Its fingernails smart
All in that horrid gasm
Of pandolorous grief
Complete pain brought life as
If pain were older
Than God
this privilege of an earache
can the talking ape
articulate his deepening
abiding love for the migrant
monarch butterfly families
¿
or a soft hand
full of tiger’s eyes
describe those impossible
oranges – the bright privilege
of a sour lemon wedge tell
yellow – or bats stand for
black
?
God’ll make a mistake
And we’ll eat golden eggs
And we’ll level the world
And we’ll all go to Hell
.
All these Dixie cups
Are the new Holy Grail
There is always enough
There is always enough
.
God’ll remake the world
And we’ll all laugh again
We were always in love
But we’re never enough
Paradox of Material Implication
If I were to love you then you’d love me. Or is it the other way around?
Weakening
If only I loved you.
If only you loved me.
If you loved me, I’d love you.
You’ll love me only if I love you.
Excluded Middle
What if it were not the case that I either love you or don’t?
Of course, I love you.
I either do or don’t.
Now a contradiction: for how could it be – while not being the case –
that I either love you or I don’t love you? It couldn’t.
I either love you, or I don’t.
Will you keep vigil, steady sentry
Guard me from wandering
Check my somnambulism?
Immobile, she will steal me
Twitching and shuddering
To Lethe, quiet, petrifying
Promise me, convince me
That you know Nyx is no
Poet-guide, no companion
Already your eyes see the far places
We will pace away this devil’s hour
Together, wary, weary
Hold fast and do not
Go to that river
Dreamer of dreams
The dark is eating our lamp
Hold my hand, sentinel
But if yours weren’t paraffin
thousands of
hundreds of
bottles rattling up
the assembly line
of my spine
up to the atomic tip
where they then
fall and fall and
i never hear the pop
The difference between
You and Khufu
Can be measured
In paragraphs
You pair of legs
You Mercedes-Benz
(Or are you the girl
Hit by one? What
Was her name)
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