Poems, Poetry, Poetics
There is a rhythm in the dislocation An appendix is the source material For all father’s hymns and studied oppression I have been made recent by your arrival I have studied the seas for tremors And I know the old books like a thought Whenever the rhythm of idol hypocrisy Leaves mother’s gates open We […]
The said smiling saints Greet me at the door To my hallway Begging for a question, But I only have answers They don’t want to hear These sad smiling saints Are overcome by fear If I can ever start smiling sad I will know that I have become A saint of only one
The next time you Complain that the path Before you is an incomplete Path, just remember: the Right plan parts the Galaxy
You can’t rent the daylight Either you see it or you don’t Those that do know It has an immediacy to it The daylight has the last word There is a somber song defending daylight So calm and full of potent circumcision I have a theory about circumcision It was invented because of daylight The […]
The spaces between leaves on a branch Does not know you The spaces between the leaves where the sunlight Breaches through knows nothing of bankers Religion is based on assumption If human progress is true It is the very slow ever-revoking steps Assumptions are the windmills Of still and silent resilient repressions Salient responses, stoking […]
The moon Is the thoughtlessness Of humanity Always orbiting Always present Once pierced by the eye One cannot see the shape or sounds Of yesteryear’s present poverty We never leave behind The will or desire for change We only take a seat Among the empire’s Frosty gate
The lonely estate With short grass and long winds Lives with three dogs Dry to their own muggings Retired from the trauma of memoir And conceded to the domesticity Of neo-dormant restraints Tucked into a bed in the bathtub Where all the sounds go To eliminate time and fear And a redundant policy of misbelief […]
Despite the excesses We are willing to tolerate We are all Receptacles for creation No matter how ill-conceived We approach that notion
Once upon a time The sun was a child of the sky And the sky was the heavens Where the stars exposed themselves To the naked eye. Technically, This is still true.
It is all a gambit Graduation gown A parody of arts and letters Burns on surrounded tissue Publish or perish Distinguished the water The sword of the king Withdrawn from the prodigy