Time to Body


their smile was fictional
hard to keep it cold
and a hand would lean over
to smother their blunder

If we keep faith and work hard

Will the spirit allow

Will our blood merge with the sound

or sallow

Last night you pushed the manual away
And threw up your head to the ceiling
CLimbed out of the fissure in your neck
and blessed us all one byy one

We never thanked you for that

We all felt such joy at your embrace

And after that house blew away

They found pieces for months in the lake

Again, another night, you walked out to
The pyre they had stacked and lit
Your arms reached out and pulled from the
harrowing noise a thrumming jungle of fear

We worried about you fora week after that

you’d flow through the hallways upside down
catching flies out of midair

the hole in your middle, the thunder there

“Did I lose track of you that soon?”
it was such a large shopping mall
Who could blame me
Who watched that scene unfold, and lied

all and all all the way through?




Dang though
Decided one incident wasn’t enough
took my jaw too long though
Kept beating the desk

What to learn from art, the sojourn
learned to walk straight lines
To perfectly guess the stop
And lay down my knife

Then their heat let loose in one touch

Strange how everything in my closet
Suddenly fits
Those men(?) who wear fall
Like breathing

Now every flaw
Burns down the block

Well on that stool in the living room
It can hold off for one second, maybe – ahaha, nope, never LEFT

Hate the smell of the carpeted floor
The rings on the stove
            Tiny skin in the kitchen

Greatful for the sull
Sick of salt in odor
Kicked into the brick, your neck, your head, your neck, your head, reckoned – what

[Is everything like etc.\\the smack?
You’re like a baby, who’s baby? -> she’s baby, or, sometimes he’s baby                                                                                                    ((Or what I found out, they’re baby))]






just hold the silence, please

callous, the scene skates in, between

resting on the edge of the coin

Truthfully, it hid in the sky

it was the magenta and purple spell

it drew the patterns, and held the rain

Until the field grew dry

To be that relief, hearty and fresh smelling


But, more like the soil now

And there is so much heat, speed

Some of the salt burning, pouring wide

Spread high





Sort of haunt



yeah this is the regular jersey
almost every day, spring of 09′

no, don’t remember too much from the flood
my arms still trace the motion of throwing

would wake up in the first hour or two of the night
passing sand bags; we were out there alone

it was one thing, to lose your home, or all of it
it was as if fire to see you community suffer

the tan humvees at every mouth
“What’s your address?”

as if they could know every home, just protectors
here for the season, felt more civilian then

almost lost the whole south side, to one little stream
no, not powerless, just _ hindered

brown slow and dead against the snow
it seemed to be, live-giving, they say

that taketh away
the say

our stomachs just sort of(hurt) the whole time
ate so little, and we’d see the loss of space

it was good for us, to know




No, don’t let over:
or, let it go

could poke. slick. to brush hair.
distant. but running lines. held.
this skin. white boy. with his laugh.
smooth. seems younger. suffer.
his money. bloody. some random.
Disney prince. shattered.
is my body. fallible. those hoards.
feeling ok leaving work each day.
felt the moment I couldn’t feel you
anymore. helpless to the humming.
well he started running. troubl.
here’s the key. here’s the rope, see.
here’s the prayer. though I’m not there.
Justice doesn’t demand traveling back
and forth. between decisions. it
seems we’re in for, that distant steam.




Hands in your pockets, kids

no no, no, no well, no, no no, no
could you rest on the theme
hand on a knee, heaving and bare

the low light and fumble of buttons
several fourteens (linked into seven)
on the carpeted floor, cushioned
explore in the basement
fast forearm and – released

you were turned so early, they said
this was normal, to be so unique
while we all remained soft and short
pinky and long hair and sweatshirts too large
thin bodies held alike

no no, no

was it unfair – well, who cares, no, well, no
it was unfair, if also, senseless and inanimate
you’re not porcelain, and we’re not steel

are we so fully bent now
that the scream isn’t even out




Rivers of England

If it’s not overflowing

It’s glowing

Down the road a few ways


To keep birthing away


When these memories visit

Random effigies

In the kingdom

Bring them




What a recipe!



Well that solo-ride livened me a bit
sucha brutal day to suddenly dissolve into whistling
just wanted to give up
get out of the liquor beams
and look there it came, right up to the fence
and licked my hand

this missile is flung over the sea
and it’s only getting worse
so it must be relief ordained
by so much cosmic crush
feels solemn, this unapproachable lift

like heading home, or away, alone
-all they did was type all day, or worse, listen
now they listen, and slide Rhythmically around the table
it’s a dirty table, but they don’t care
even that sad stain can’t bother me now
they’ll so much as glisten

oh, that ride home
oh, that compass problem
away in wind, and harmony bone
less and lengthened or tethered a little out
just so rich, this
remember your ribs
that hurtle stare
still healthy there

bush bush bush bush bush bush bush bush
hiding, not longer though, no
just listening, ooooo
Huddle with me there, locked arms
swinging out over the grass

you’ll get that sunshine back
that light last night
proves it’s there

away in wind, and harmony bone
That’s a loan.




Culture Ops

Brother just be here
When we are missing
That sound no longer heard
Comes crash shattering in
To lay off your sin
The words
Spoke and fell for
Laminated in black
And some history lost
We are no longer
Like some giant white hall
That visits in random
Or a sign of Our everlasting attempt
A failed fight
Like those bulky lines
Fired across the wall

Leave them
Let them feel their shoulders
Start to skim
Oh how they’ll sink
Like diamonds
In dirty water

Bury me brother
Deep where I can find you
Where they wrung from me
My holiness
Strewn and slobbered upon
Again and always
Why couldn’t you?
Save what I had to say?
Oh the colors now
Design awhile
Then mate for children
To lean upon

So are the things I fed
They come for me
Without question

Originated later

On rain day they said

“you’re going to fail”
and we did

Every thought I stole
I stole without knowing

It’d only deepen the river
Or lengthen the bend




Ordinary Magic

Gently hold their hair
And hold them close

Tightless hand
About your wize throat

There are in the world
Those soldier ones


When I’m brought before that jury I am maimed

When I’m sat before this jury I am claimed

Shower me with their
Restful thunder
Rain for later

Can you break this body’s heat
                                    That reeks of exhausting you
Trail down to the wading lane
Little pains

I could play along with you ————_where?

Howl downwards and leak into that soundboard
With the lazy stain

When will you tell me
That I can’t try any harder
Or that trying
Isn’t even the point

Can’t see clearly near you
Time to


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Hold this crane, hold open

They asked-
Could you be more accessible

A bird with open wings, flight patterns distinct and == tread == often
                    Could you be more discerning, Know the difference
between spans of sorrow
and times of regret

Could you act like you’re more thoughtful–
                    And as if that was hard to share
They tripped on the phrase
And down the stair

                                  Oh, And could you clear the table
                                  Even when I’m not there   

…I’ll pause here       \/

And wait-

For the cool breeze
One that lends me a few seconds of rest
From that newly burning sun that turns me red and ripe with hot tearing skin
This is the memory- I like to live in

When a fire () in the day
Serves a new purpose at night

It is with delight the news is delivered

I  r e m e
m b e r
a health I’ve not had for many years
a health of solitude large enough to allow me sleep
Of an’ for myself




To begin with


This is the inaugural post of a new weekly poetry record!

I have been writing and performing poetry for the past several years, and would like to share that work with a larger audience. The goal is to provide a space to develop craft and, as that space evolves, inspire future collaboration across different mediums. For now, we’ll keep it simple.

On the Sunday and Wednesday of each week I will be posting three-four poems, along with some visual elements. Below you’ll find the first of many.

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Hope you enjoy.




virtuous, when you were

your body-love and the concept of security
are mutually entwined  with mine
our carceral trajectory, a natural vine

lacquered into distant coats the boiling subsides
and the particles harden to harden you; the distance regains you
this space upending time

gentle tickling in your throat, sanding the tongue against-
air blaring interrupts outside, the signals repairing the fence
they call this growth

gentle stomach allows a smoothe walk, branches willowed forward
remember the thick wind to come hydrate your hyper limbs
well it remembers your skin, anyway

halted eyes while the wood thrusts into the brick
along that way – was it the fever that broke over
was it the babysitter in the front yard with too many hands on youth

is this the haunting that holds over a sweat-ridden bed
is this the hunger of the brain holding forth in conversation
holding out for an entrance underneath the city

elders never learned of autonomy
what could be so slender, they deliberate in marble

“no, I mean, no idea.” – ha

but clicking over, there comes our home, regained
this neighborhood is so hurt for pleasure or paint
pain being the hurtled brick as it brushed blood with sweat of the skull

come on walk with me now, you know
this body used to be your size, and it still swells with fear as yours does
so, your gift better be won, or win when you can, if anything

and now your arms are folded deep and there’s no whittling you down
and I miss those arms that would hold my neck as a ladder, a rung
and you did nothing to deserve it but you did everything to have it happen to you because

you were alive,
and where are you now if not abounding outside this reach

soldier you are out heaping the joys of wartime into that ditch
there the wild sand can accumulate and add depth
holding court and dealing death blows to youth who now know

are you home?
hoped the whole way here
you were alive,

now tongues hold all at height-value
so to speak




Mornings aren’t on salary

Attempt to drain thoughts as early as possible
As if adulthood
Becomes more of the morning
Than anticipation of the night

Slept with jaw-clenched bare feet
Felt my friend and the layover
Of time in memoriam

All I can know
Is lately

Befriend in the summertime
Better coffins now available
Overstock and driving prices
Drive by homes
Collecting from the people
A collection
A recollection of summertime
not always sunny

beautiful children
on the train
what were their names
No one gets to say

And no one is able to ask

“Did you think this could ever happen to you?”
Start a foundation-
Paint the mural-
Hold your remainder-
Keep it mathematical, or-
At least academic-

“Academic Solutions”
That leave us





she said you’d cool off in a few
days, hampered, your clothes peeled off

the sickness of your underarms, hair
bristling, blood rising up to supply your stomach

you’d lean over and heave into the
steel bucket, that noise like lonely alleys

never felt the gaunt look on your face
suppose it hurt to shelter us from it

reeling, the poison dissolving in and around
you, would you attempt to clean it from

the walls of your veins, bristling open
and your last thought, your brother’s

hands, your brother’s hands, your brother’s
hands, and his olive skin and his

son, and Eddy, though they spent
endless amounts to help you simmer

though you endured the best of their
therapies, still silence slipped in

again that last, endless, moonlight thought to
carry you through to your end