Entanglement
1 (overture/ phlegm)
Phantom flash/ limb sensation/ to tremble
Those who survived the fire
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Category: Poetry
Father’s Day and Night
Father’s Day and Night
I touch the pain
the place
in my Father
that he doesn’t want seen
OFFERING
OFFERING
The peace offering
from our shadow-deficient twins
was a bomb,
everyone’s elicit enthusiasm erased
by the explosion
televised live,
living rooms all across
the world
filled with a light
stranger than the sun
no one thought to look at anymore,
Gumball Blue
Gumball Blue
“War,” the little girl says, “is when papa is gone.” If you look out the window, you too might see the horizon line fizzing like a lighted fuse. It began years ago. More and more words were allowed to choose their own meaning, and now we find ourselves surrounded by random fragments of abstruse codes. Don’t you think it’s time for a gumball machine that dispenses eyeballs? Everything else has failed – duty, honor, country. We need to have a conversation, decide on a plan, something, before unfamiliar birds visit us in our sleep, stripping dream bushes of every last berry.
The Babies Born
The Babies Born
Where was the man?
No ants in his pants.
No motion in his flawless body.
He was checking on the babies born.
Narcotics of Narcissism
Narcotics of Narcissism
Don’t stare at your reflection
too long, Tim;
you may turn into a knife for yourself.
Cirque du Soleil
Cirque du Soleil
You were a failed experiment
on my living room carpet
two nights after the earthquake.
Of Godhead and Gravestones
Of Godhead and Gravestones
Rip the words from my tongue
before they find form
four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
the language
that they speak
only makes
sense
under the
water.
goodbyes for exodus
goodbyes for exodus
i.
there is a girl on our street who for a dime will eat any insect
that doesn’t die on its way to her mouth. her dad watches and talks to us about god and how lonely it must’ve been to not know for so long which language to learn. if there is food in my house, it’s gone. hunger is proof that I’ve struck only those people
who’ve entered my dream oblivious that they’ve come back for more. the girl tells me that if I don’t close my eyes
The Collidescope 