a death
god looks me up
using the internet,
but divine distraction attracts
its gaze
toward
more grisly matters in the east.
encoded in the web,
my fate between
scissors
scissors
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i lack
nomenclature,
my stomach: an empty
well, and the holy spirit (♀)
guides me
Q and not Q
so close
to your gravity
i both am
and am not
a strobelight yang-yin,
a polarized
whirligig,
an infinitely-sided
coin flip:
so fatally close
to quarking up
into pieces of
raw nonsense
from the intensity
of your gravity
my mind un-monads
into zeroes
but no ones
sober
as an oiled knife
my consciousness cuts through
itself-itself ad absurdum:
no blood
Afterlife
In this afterlife
Where you buried me
The sun never quite
Rises over the trees
The birdsong’s all backwards
And animals are not shy
This oblivion is yours
So it has your style
(Mostly bare, that is,
Due to your atheism)
Through an interdimensional
Limn I can observe you
Laughing. Can you see my
Ghostly face across your
Mind’s eye where I lie
In this forgetful place?
Under the soft
Unfurling ferns
Where fireflies float by
And stars drift slowly
From the weeping sky
I wait like a violin
Here, I can still die
In this afterlife
You have fashioned for me
So I haunt up the memory
Of me by placing stones
In circles
kid at church
hungry
in communion
for the whole loaf of Christ +
i want to drink all of His blood
thirsty
the fey
the doe
startles off
to the sanctuary
of an old february
and the sorceress
unshuffles her card deck
with a soft ploink
the sun drops
into the river like a water droplet
without so much
as a sizzle
the village need never know
the shaman takes in
the sacred flower
even on thursdays
the sphinx has forgotten
the answer to its riddle
now it eats when hungry
instead of by some code
the reverberating moon
rewinds its purebeams
and sends them down
again and forever, in the fey
Fissures
splinter open
in a daily routine
like veins in a leaf, like canyons
like growth
blood god
on nights
when i let a
spider live, on nights when
i take it outside in a glass:
shivers
and days
when i stamp a spider under
shoe, on those days when i
stop life dead flat:
relief
Repression
How long have I chewed herbs,
Trying to forget you?
What was once a music inside me
Is now only my heartbeat
Your face ripples –
A reflection on the Lethe
The arpeggio of your laughter
Looped like a wormhole in my memory
How many suns did I reject
After dreaming of you?
What was once a heartbeat inside me
Is now only a muscle contracting
Your face is an amalgam
Of other portraits now
The decrescendo of your sigh
Cut in half like an earthworm in my memory
How many moons will I pocket
Trying to white you out?
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