Friday, April 21, 2017


 
        always it was
        a stomachful of sadness
        now between the thighs
        of nightingales and madness
        i'm leaping off the lizard

Sunday, April 9, 2017


   I know what waves are for these are waves at war machinery


Sunday, March 26, 2017


        beyond
          the screens
             the dark dark
               glow of the men


Friday, March 24, 2017


        all life
          crosses
            the marsh
              dogs' eyes

Friday, March 17, 2017



           in the air a junkie's drawing starved limbs petals falling

Thursday, March 16, 2017


    Adaptation.

    P.P.P.S.  Smaller. Stronger. Smarter. Likely to take to the trees.


     in the blue cottage an addict at a table drawing in the air


             
                       the sudden rain
                        does not cool him
                         enveloped so


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

  
        the night is done.
        even his mouth at my breasts
        cannot hold the tears


          the still
           fallen snow
             at sea