Here, gone…
Unfolding fields
Of spring-shaped blooms refold —
I should have pressed them in a book…
Turn, world!
Here, gone…
Unfolding fields
Of spring-shaped blooms refold —
I should have pressed them in a book…
Turn, world!
Litter
In the graveyard:
Outer space’s shadow
Borne on wild autumn wind: stings
My cheek
Never’s
Getting jealous
My life lasts forever
(Comparing evers to nevers)
I’m still
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
If I live until
2089, then
I’ll turn 100
.
In a century
We’ll all be one century
Old. Not much longer
.
If I live until
2089, fly
Magicicadas
the buffalo
the baby
the king of the jews
i worship what i kill
i can almost smell the ocean
through the bleach
and at this
i take the greatest offense:
my life’s the second
half of a sentence
uttered by a pair of parents)
don’t worry child
i said don’t fucking worry
there’s no goddess of the bonobos
who punishes the chaste
and the onanist
and the barren
you don’t have to make
babies, bison, sense
none of it
but you don’t get
to not want to
the seraphim
standing sentinel
at the chain-link fence
round the jungle of eden
are not vegetarians
just picture god’s
mouth water when
she thought of sizzling
lamb fat at the altar
remember that angel of death?
probably certain people
have hearts lighter
than god’s – well – no
i guess god has the power
of self-absolution, tricky tricky
if anything in heaven
if one single thing has
a mouth, just knock me
out, i’d rather sleep through
eternity than listen to more chewing