pressing mind to cool millstone
grinding rills become rivers
shivering crests give way to
frightening troughs and dark dips
dripping with needle-tipped stones
falling water will kill time
growing stalagmite meets mind
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Nothing can eat my mother
With the sublime protection
Of my knightly ritual
I make a sign of circles
To trace the sign of the star
(Nix comprises the phoenix)
And through son, mother saves self
yang-yin
life’s a half-crazed, wildeyed thriveling
her pupils tremble and dilate
in a dream she seems
to walk along the cornstalks
eating ryebread
she thumbs seeds
into the sand
.
death’s a half-sane, disconnection spanning
his non-claws don’t click,
constantly cleaving
he saunters along the concrete
with a smile but no plan
eats nothing and drags
life by the hair
aspect
no two nebulae
wake simultaneous
the sheathed hibiscus
maddeningly blooms
(you’re passion flowers
and i’m a dumb goat)
one seamless caffeine
dream bleeds into
my white nighttime
a cloud soaks by like
a soggy napkin
god makes brand new stars
in universes
that we never glimpse
except when we think
and your old saturn
growls to complete stop
just outside my house
i’m under your love
when you swing around
like one cool comet
well yeah come collide
Oh no, no – I know his set:
A man who’s managed
To miss every single solar
And every lunar eclipse
A guy who’s great with kids
But can’t handle pets
(I guess because they’re animals)
He tests my suspension bridge
Every time he goes off script
And I can tell when he wants to:
He swings out from behind his irises
And here comes this thing he has to say
Vow
When even the reaper’s
Too flummoxed to cut
The gaunt stalks of flax
From the hillside,
When the mice fail
To find their burrows
And the ants have become
Individuals,
When the geese fly east
Along the equator
And human nature is to turn
Each against the other,
I will seek you out
To ask a favor
And offer my gloves
In return
circumpunkt
onions ⊙ planets ⊙ real estate prices ⊙ cells ⊙ solar systems ⊙ eggs ⊙
cities ⊙ mandalas ⊙ stadiums ⊙ colosseum ⊙
dartboards ⊙ bug lamps ⊙ the campfire ⊙
hurricanes ⊙ snail shells ⊙ atoms ⊙ avocados ⊙
spotlight ⊙ big star ⊙ center of attention ⊙
a coherent argument ⊙ a central idea ⊙ a pithy thesis ⊙
a real good bar ⊙
halo ⊙ meaning ⊙ soul ⊙
like ⊙ god ⊙ like ⊙
(the point (⊙))
ow! (Bio)
life paces
like a zombie horde outside
the schoolroom doors the more
rain pours down the hills
the quicker the river slithers
god, what’s that smell?
some fungus or lesser mold
takes hold, says “and me”
and life finds its wicked way
under the door
ow!
you had a mosquito
Fractal Oak
He stands to stay dry
Beside a bur oak’s
Taut, tendoned trunk
Whose black branches twist
Helixically out
And, aged, bow groundward
.
The falling water’s
Not what bothers him
It’s nine o’clock so
He swallows and walks
Toward a building
That gives nothing back
.
He sits there, stays dry
And won’t see the sky
Till black night’s toads croak
Cracking tongue-whips at
Mosquitoes drunk on
The wine of the quick
.
Tomorrow will find
Sooty roots shooting
Up his cracking spine
Where he’s warm again
And in oaken skin
Extends his tendons
wind chimes
somber pipes moan aeolian
in the gloom of the gloaming
a chaotic elegy
octo-themed, polyform
low-pitched, rainbow cathexis
full-spectrum kingdom
in a nutshell
o great annulus
o toy nautilus
spin, sweet spinners
turn, slow seasons
glow, tired lantern
play, soft pipes
now write it down
write it all down, transcribe
the wind-sung composition
and divine the musical
signature of the vast, vast breeze
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