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Saturday, June 1, 2013


One thousand, blinking, blind, blue voices

Speaking pitter-patter—laughing splatters of
Blind, blue voices—bleeding from just under the
Cool skin of the window panes, drops of drinkable death from a dark body—a world
Drops of sparkling songs from a dissolving heaven, twirled
Drops of drops, and just maybe drops—okay
One thousand, blinking, blind blue drops
Whispering wisps of dreaming sky
Angelic as they come streaming by
In the thing’s arms I’d like to die
Smiling in its sweet, its icy sigh
Because it’s something like a deity
And though it may never love me, at least it’s a swear
That something else is out there
This singing being in the air
That warms me with its chilly stare
As I read paper pages in golden light
The world bright and right, with a colorful bite
A thousand words sliding down the window panes
I don’t know what they say
But they can’t go away
Because they’re delicious like prayers
Spectral and rare
Mysterious, momentary—godly keys
A faceless mother for me
Translations of spirits, gifting
My eyes and ears, in their dissatisfaction, discontent
Disappointment with sunlight and seeing
I’m inexplicably happy, being
As it rains
And it rains, rains, rains
With the percussion of precipitation
The silver palpations
The weightless sensations
The thousand, blinking, blind, blue voices
Praising, blazing, glazed with days
Spent in “the above”
And they murmur,
You. Are. Here.

And my very human fear
Is suddenly dear
The very queer quacks of songs we make
They are for Rain’s sake
Yes, we’re here—stuck on this island sphere
Only with our angels, these
Divine quiet voices

Friday, May 17, 2013

Some Haikus From a Fierce Haiku Competition

On Cats:

Soft matrix of meows
Tiny white feet searching for
The right pudgy arm

On Space Jam:

Possessed ducks, rabbits
Lively loons and cute Martians
Shoot hoops with M.J.

On Ducks:

 My roommate's a duck
He eats all my Pop-Tarts but
Does cuddle with me

On Baby Firemen:

Fire rages, screaming
Choking smoke. Tot with hose and
Hat gurgles. Too cute!

Wise Goat:

Smelly, bearded bard
What does it mean that you chew
On my sandal straps?

Talking Tree:

Towering pine tree
Shakes leaves and roars, "My name is


Monstrous black worms fall
From space. Kid with lizard grins
Alone. Says "All mine."

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Sometimes I feel like the world is sucking the poetry out of me.

And my disgust with the world and my love of beauty ferments into just frustration. A substance-less, unsatisfying shadow of art.

I need to go to Tibet or space or something.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

words summarizing love and life












Thursday, March 14, 2013

A Yucky Love Poem

a little stream (‘trickling’)

Parisian princess, guitar-whisperer (in fact)
eyes like the -silence of stars, content to breathe
glazed with Something I believe exceeds sunbeams
the brimming tides of your Smiles are a ..soft song
buried! in the moonlit whispers of night
smiles like misty fistfuls of
dream, too wonderful

and when I am with.you
i almost excuse the old grassy poets
for writing of, gentle lips and -love
i too have become ..Obsessed with the
warm religion, of your hands
the angelic anatomy of your eyes
and the Preludes -of your breaths
the Nocturnes of (funny) words that
spill off your tongue
and blossom in my brain

i confess:
i love your flowing midnight hair
your breath, tasting like france. and ‘chocolate kisses’
honeyed with delicious murmers
your freckles, glimmering shadows of stars
your faintly catholic. eyebrows –and wit
the wicked warmth of your skin
and the way i feel it glow—sunny sinfulness
your laughter, wonderful. weird sunset sounds…
your five million faces, each a –painting-
your erotic knees and your flowers of knuckles
your ears and nose and elbows
(i could write an ode to your elbows…)
your heart, and your ribs, and your
Marvelous. Mind
i love even the unsaid songs
which you hide in your head
i love the fact i could ..write a (poem)
about you and never quite be
finished, with it

i love your voice, the celestial sighing
of a brook (ha!) winding
the magical. melody of
a little stream

Sunday, February 24, 2013

i'm back--(for me)

Little blonde man
Two-feet-tall, soft raccoon hands
You’re a funny little gremlin
With a mind like springy sunlight
And amused, animal eyes
Clouded with curiosity like
That of an angelic ape

You remind me of a shadow
Of neurons that still
Reside in my cold skull
Forgetting itself, indignant at everything
Calling for mother
I can feel it dying in my eyes

Ugly old child
Bald, with a coincidental kind of cuteness
With a face burrowing in on itself
Confused, searching eyebrows
You also are disappearing, being replaced with
A wrinkled pile of pudgy pain
You are remembering third grade
All of a sudden—and you
Don’t like it;
Death is like the fear
Of shitting your pants

You remind me of a star
Whose bright white shadow I live in
Whom I race to, blindly
Whom I will stumble into backwards
And my last coherent thought to cling to
Will be the fading glimpse of the
Planet I have left behind.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Well, This Is Awkward.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

For Christmas I received
The Corpse of the earth, bleeding—pale
And I tried to sneeze my joy out through
A swimming headache of a grateful grin
But my ego was melting like the ice caps
And I knew that Christ had been stuffed and
Abandoned in the attic, to rats with lazy eyes,
God and Grandmother have crumbled into mildew
Soon they will be just a strange glint in the clouds
That will make our stomachs turn with a sickness that will
Eat us from the inside, so we’ll fill ourselves
Up with carbon gases, plastic, and more Stuff
Up and up and up, until we’ve erupted into
Another World, where the Sun is Ourselves
And that Thing which we can only smell with our Nostalgia
Draws rattling breaths like Nightmare Trees
Buried in the Earth and in Corners of the Air
And its Dead silence will be our eternal punishment.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A post in which I discuss how life is confusing and shaped like a salmon

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Poem for a Star

Divine freckle

Are you a door to somewhere?
Your flaming song lost in the black ocean space of a sky
It sounds like beautiful death

You, molecule of an ancient deity
Rubbed into the dark Ocean Space—
With a feathery glowing mane
I worship your imagined hugeness with my
Brain’s bumbling acknowledgements of incomprehension
Perhaps not too far away too swallow me
With a Godly ‘gulp’

Where do you go in the day?
Are you nestled in an eyelid?
Or am I too absorbed in my own?
Intoxicated by the blue oxygen and
Our Elephant egos, patrolling the skies
Perhaps you are still up there, smirking
With your tiny bright bit of
An angel’s face