Category Archives: poetry

Superchum iron rats on grapes and postcards Sometimes, my oral china virgin, I read in the dark haunted house I could aim, but not now dusty and preoccupied with my childhood

Look into me when you need me even as my fears crawl stiff-legged in exoskeletons Look into me when you need me red lights flash in the trees and a faint dispatch squawk or maybe a buzzing from within light in this Villanueva cabin Rachel, look into me when you need me french doors’ thinContinue reading “Villanueva With Pine Beetles”

Snow hunched trees framed in a wooden window porch Leafy cold mounds distributed evenly weigh down limbs What childhood nights turned under nubby covers snagging dry hands? First solitudes buried beneath America’s blue day Yellow aspen leaves under new snow  

Are we lovers aided by a lot of what used to be? Tell all your stories and dance around don’t be fooled you’re on solid ground for it’ll open wider yawn as we aspire, then where the hell are we? Should love be to save two? Now who knows who’s blue? Concurrence is deranged lookingContinue reading “Are We Lovers Aided”

1 Adhere to words’ haste a parasite darkening the host Adhere lost sentence naming image— how narrowing, the name Adhere! Ancient treasure lies Adhere wasted words

and a businessman, William Singletary VietNam vet, black claims to have seen the cop go down pop-pop, two shots at close range Lays the gun under the VW Bug pulled over, this the passenger, a third man not Mumia, runs east down Locust Street Faulkner’s on the ground, the cop, when Mumia arrives and bendsContinue reading “Poem for Mumia Abu-Jamal”

The surface is frozen faulted slate. Creaks like an old woman pulling herself apart over god.   A boy sits by the ice cold river and whittles. Studies the tacks in the night, dreaming of an island garden and trees hanging bruised fruit. Carves his name in thickest trunk. Breaks off limb for walking stick.Continue reading “Who’s to Say?”

The government has issued me a check   No more dumpster diving for day old bread, sample booth dining in new ultra grocery, peanut butter cookies free all day at Leevers No more rice and beans free with loaf of bread, canned tuna pasta, pop tarts at St. Thomas Aquinas church gulped down free withContinue reading “Please Ezra Stop Haunting Me So I Can Enjoy My Student Loan Money”

—for kind teacher Allen Ginsberg   Two pair black leather shoes lined up untied on turquoise rug under a pine coffee table   Who is this nameless woman? Tell me or fuck you! I don’t want to read your poems Crooked smile   Flox Purple shocks atop pale green stems in depression-glass vase next toContinue reading “I Don’t Get Paid Enough to Read This Kind of Shit”