Category Archives: Winter

still exhausting a place

I AIN’T GOT A HOME ANYMORE
to say that name is an extension

So one of us builds        the other
adds the mysterious strobe lights

The design has disappeared
from the Milky Way

just like yesterday
Screw it, who cares

LOVE ME, LOVE
ME SAY THAT YOU LOVE

ME. FOOL ME
FOOL ME

GO ON &
FOOL ME.

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still trying to exhaust a place

What ruins are visible
on my face today

where it once
was forgotten

(the inventor of the bike)
the dish, Riki

I want to see your darkness, dear
golden greensky bluegrass

around you, ugly mug,
great day. Gourmet

adventures, leads me to
hope                I am

closed off,
ugly. Great

day’s gourmet tree town sound
around you        There’s something

beautiful in my mouth
like a tomorrow

that allows us
to bounce off

of each other
to some unearthed gems

like there is a tomorrow
You have a good sense

of style. Can you tell me a little more
about that Pussy

Riot, fragrant world, drowning
in grain, local food.

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excerpt from attempting to exhaust a place

Pick your own apples. Please
and

dare I gently kiss
October,

this isn’t the first time we’ve touched
with experimentation

and—today—
a unique sound.                                Fragrant world employing

a momentum from dark squeals
and

—lips that you can’t place
leading you closer

to some crazy
something you may or may not want

to find            ‘only in America.’
What is that cliché?

Sank you
with goodies for special interest

in a song like
‘In Love’ makes drowning

in grain an understated pleasure,
lets swagger slip in.

She’s more adventurous in bed
than health care

after hours and
the known moons must remain open

for you to receive any
or all of the rewards

which will be credited to
a fourth dimension beyond jeans. Don’t say a thing about

How I Lost My Body
unless

there is a sudden surge of rain
or shine

and laughter,
smoking on the balcony, love

is strange when lit up
like mistakes but basically

good. We believe there’s a
manual crammed with footnotes,

parenthetical asides
of love’s end                                                              come

to light, and I
could go on

and on but
there is only so much

time and I
have many things to forget

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I need night…

(anagram of Donald Justice’s “Poem to Be Read at 3 A.M.”)

I need night
to steer kisses
toward a new dawn
At 3 am
a star darts
to light hearts
I nada nada
Yer eyes more scenery
than all nights
so wow
kiss so raw
I rain
I appear over roses
Yes as
King Kong
I hope
wherever forever’s we’re
holding on tight, doll

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you ruin pretty noon

(anagram of “except in your” by e.e. cummings)

you ruin pretty
noon
still, let’s
go
over every sea, see
by going

harder to our fate
that
soon possesses
we
then hope a
far sea

to pen poems so
noon
can feel our souls
silly wish
sung as if
we ache

to fool stars
O! O!
little us at last
O! O!
I’ll fill you
all I

is is this heart
real
all songs
one note
we so new now
and nada

per se
well
I moan damn
so loud
bend over
all

we’re the air
I
have made that melts
in nouny
yeses and every lovely
hour

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I feel I fell…

(anagram of “if I love You” by e.e. cummings)

I feel I fell
as kisses
remember to rain songs
right at night

I feel you
taste as fancy candy does
so sweet so, wow,
come to me

all lovely, yes, I say
let our touch color us sweetly
as roses may
bathe in our light

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I’m the air…

(anagram of “The Great Figure” by William Carlos Williams)

I’m the air
at night
the sweet gift of stars
going god
fuckit
I
sense,
need,
all long songs
now new
means I’ll rename
a day, yer touch

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Come Send Me

(anagram of “The Red Wheel Barrow” by William Carlos Williams)

come send me
up

where we’re real
wow

wet with want
we

shed the sweetest
skin

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I want…

(anagram of W.S. Merwin’s “Vision”)

I want the
noon’s silliness to taste us
as I sing
yer eyes are a poetry
full of softer stars—
I ache a little less
too—O!,
let this stay and I’ll sing
for no other dear

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Wow we woo

(anagram of “We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks)

Wow we woo. Well,
lose too. We’ll

tell all. We’ll
write where kisses

see new wings.
We get wet.

Awe. We wane,
see noon.

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