Search Party there’s no way outI really am someonewho likes my ownInner Mongoliaup beyond the green steppewhere slow happens quicklylike freezing to deathholding fast to thatfrosty walking stick and then I think lovingly that had I been a paramour I would likely be drawn to skyrockets that lit the barriowith...
The Past of Be the airedalewas the sole member of my packprofoundly inane who said our love is water under the bridgesay something that’s not been said so muchsays Bill Witherskiss my ass we have, each other, nothingand we will give it to each other < Back to Poems ...
West of Love Be carefulwhen opening your heartand your headthe future Youmay consist of materialsof unknown originsandwiched betweenthe committee of limited faithand the medicinethat heals from withintake a peek at the saber-toothed tigerseduced to the tar pits reaching for a drink at the crossroadsone blanched paw at...
Write About What You Know I wrote about moths wingsand shark islandsand-swept but sharklessthe brown pelicansthe fog bank my favorite game was calledthrow something the farthesta pinecone and then the roly-polies beganpinging from the trenches I wore the white elephantlike a bargain-basement suitcowhand boots parkedoutside a tent and my favorite...
California Romantica next time we meetlet’s keep our clothes on what am I the Dalai Lama if they’ll cheat on someone else for youthey’ll cheat on you for someone else we are the animals that paint themselvespolyrhythmic manifestations a conjurer came to townmustachedcollecting the rubbings of my eraser imagine the inorganicmineral...
Where I Come From Late night drives to get donutsin LAlike everything bagel donutcelebration cake donut we listen to the picture of a radio nowbut it’s kaleidoscopicwith square confetti Rolling Rock at the Circle Barthen hunt for vinylrifle through a stack the turntable the turntable spins communities even still double headphonesand Iron Butterflyin...
Often Drink Tea the black cowson the brown grassin a way that is true to lifeit’s a time of Tennysonand sober uprealism’s a nounand prevention and treatment of sugar watershamble along behinda dawning age of poetry the lines of Boganwhere the bodyis the shadow’s prisonthe web of lifeofficially stationedin...
Manifesto it’s tough to be a freelance visionarywithout onebroadcasting from your shackin the sun beltor from your outbuildingfirst draft with its black thumbtack be careful with your tainted patron saintsTchaikovsky was a stress assassin but his number fivea major innovation in coolriding the crosscurrent like Chetwith his magic iceeach day...
Road Trip I built a housearound a blanketunjustified by certaintywith a melodic loftof rusty huesand messianic prophecieswheat, grass, and seedit’s fineone can resistan onerous happinessrhetoric of the old good timeif you traverselike the waters of the Salmonto the southyou will find my housepast the turquoise crossesat...
Sangre de Cristo her moccasins were alivewith their ropy hairand turquoise eyes double take maybe deer shammyon our feet is warmwarmest makes for a quieter walkto the Ba Whyeawhere soft steps are requiredwhen walking your spooked animals we rode our silent two-wheeled horsesdown the ancient footpathof the south boundary from the...
When You’re Leaving and Don’t Know It I don’t know who I am without you a tree woman told meshe’d given up the ghost we ate a lot of flapjackswith blueberry syrupit was a thing in the community you have just as much to learnabout your dogas it...
Shamanisticism I knew a guywho knew a guywho knew the wind is ever on its way that it would shuffle the playlistof my bronzy headspacewith random dust and scratches where lofty ideas graze such asif you don’t askis the answer always no a question for the dark brown eyesof...