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november
this frozen season looks how I feel or is it really the other way round is any distinction between the two just a delusion so I can believe myself more significant than I...
between the snows
between the snows we receive a year which is not very long up here at some point after Easter departs an unwanted friend usually near to Hallowe’en that bastard returns again ...
phantom limb
there are imaginary places in my dreams I have seen so very many times they eventually feel more real than places I’ve actually been confected places conflated places amalgamations of...
the reason for the season
1. the reason the rich folk love the idea of Jesus so much is His magic did all of the work they don’t want to do, it’s too resource-intensive, it’s so very beneath their entitled notice all that...
albany and back
thirty miles of driving rain I’m only half-way home a stack of scratched CDs otherwise in here alone just mudflap splash and thunder cops won’t let you use the phone thirty miles of driving ra...
double meanings
because you’re threading the needle of dreading the real but you’re threatened by weedles and those playing long-cons while you’re left there just waiting to up to...
no no, it's just my allergies
when this passes if this passes I will feel naked without a mask on when this passes if this passes I will hesitate before I embrace in public and I apologize in advance when...
a modern proposal
we cannot say with any certainty Rachel Ray has eaten human flesh of course that would be absurd unprovable libelous defamation we have no proof TV’s Rachel Ray has feasted upon the lo...
when it stops
I dreamed of a record found up in the attic when played it looked just like teevee static which hasn’t existed since they killed analog but something was calming in that random fog grooves sp...
darkness
we owe a lot to the darkness despite how we always degrade it assign it to negatives treat it like a hell we owe a lot to the darkness we go in the darkness to sleep we go in the darkness...
understood but not spoken
I’m burdened with knowing a language that I cannot myself speak the language of music oh, I can re-write the lyrics of others pretty well and can carry a half-a-tune I can ...
it's not exactly change
we each live inside the nexus of our hopes and our horrors our imaginations and our ires and our deepest weirdest desires at a multiplicity of identities at the solstic...
the second wave approaches
consumption masked as purpose hair-dyes and sit-down meals costumed as a sort of freedom these are the American values power wants you buying into “give me liberty or give me death” b...
felix and felicity
the cat, our cat we had to have his leg removed to excise the cancer that was killing him he was my father’s first and foremost my dad is gone now, dead Felix is a connection back t...
tight rope
it’s not as easy as choosing between the darkness and the light I wish it was that easy that life wasn’t more complicated than that one simple choice but nothing is that binary too much lig...
with a cause
in a universe where decay is written into the very code of how atoms work where entropy will always win the war even if we can hold it off in the battle now and again in a...
skipped beats
there was snow deep into May this year of twenty-twenty hindsightings sickness and death hung over all of our heads like white-out squalls and blinding ou...
lost in translation
not understanding German speaking only English and fragments of French and Spanish I cannot say for it either way however these days I have some around to wondering if Hitler was actually ...
the best of both worlds
Pete Best never got to be full Beatles famous never got to be one of the four coolest guys in the entire world for a couple years there but then again no on...
mistaken identities
oh, we’re all shapeshifters it takes years and years and we have very little control over our eventual outcomes but we’re all shapeshifters things get bigger and smaller things bloat and cr...
objects in emotion
my heart is a little boy running without conception of his destination or knowledge of when his legs will give out or when he will be stopped by walls or water my heart is a little boy r...
jefferson hill
a lone purple flower shooting up in the abandoned lot where someone’s house used to be swaying unsteadily in the breeze but making its stand nonetheless driving home from work in the middle o...
ice
that glacial blue no tepid crystal not transparent not see-through no turquoise pastels there are vast depths behind those sparkles there are fathoms of hue not all of them pleasant but a...
the logic of a dream
we are given metaphor and story because the truth is too complex too layered and too seemingly paradoxical for a mind to grasp we’re given narratives and cycles to comprehend subconsciousl...
requiem for the strident
render unto Caesar’s section his cereals and his salads the material is immaterial it’s only love that’s valid possessions are obsessions you’re owned by what you own compassio...
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.
