My brother,
The energy of the planet,
Inexorably travels
toward a day of payment.
Skilled workers of androgyny and antimony
Mine mint mimeographs.
What is absent?
Is it the gift?
The powers that are
Cannot remember if fish are needed.
Tag: poetry
Candy
My eyes
Without permit.
Thrill shivers beneath my surface.
Light candy.
Stripping pink silhouette,
Like wallpaper,
Like lover.
My cloak is a cloud,
Dark, and rolling over me as a storm
over a fruitful plain.
Call me by my needs.
Can you tell where I’m going,
All finesse and shard?
The space between my thighs
A confection.
Erasure Poetry
Breath
Lockpicks reveal the world
gnarled like dusk.
chloroformed dolls
in their Friday night best,
monthly installments of fear,
Stoned stones,
Testify the presence of a blueing breath.
Screaming in your room,
The horrors of an indifferent night.
Becoming
the spider that wove my house
has only loaned it to me.
At my table,
cigarettes burn and puff
from nothing.
Everything is an appearing act
in a universe of inexplicable birth.
When the spider lumbers back from
his hunt,
I will be given a key to my blood,
and I will live in my life
like wet in water.
The Untrained Saints in No Weather
I am making a copy of five dollars,
five water pipes,
five needles.
The closure of weather
Leaves the continental castle confused.
Today is an apartment,
With five undisciplined disciples
Learning to make music from movement.
I am a mystic,
The visions of my ears divine.
Mathematics and Art
Moving faster than math,
I ride the train to the city.
Lines, gradations, numbers.
So many nice colors,
Cool chaos,
The air slick with liquid nitrogen.
An ornament,
My education dangles
from the tree in city center.
In the reservoir,
My distilled ambition eddying.
Through the equation of church bells,
A garland of neon loss.
Which sun is silent, low?
The near one that blinds
Or the farther that fries?
In a clear city,
rumors
give you an inert art.
Our Teeth
I have the red envelope.
Inside,
A letter to short romantic desires.
Above,
My blinking search.
The watchman guards his watch.
The heavens crack.
Our teeth fill in the gaps.
Mutual
During the summer,
shining in my mouth,
the mirror you use
when you delete your names,
hard as dreams.
You will disappear to deny it.
I write a thesis on sneakiness
And thieving.
Time of molded bread,
famine dance.
In the background,
a man,
little fire of love.
You open the windows to me,
but shut up all the doors,
comment on my perfect blood.
During our mutual culture,
your flashlight sprouts at a time
strained power goes out.
Guns
in front of my text.
The Last Summer
At my window,
A gun.
In my mind,
extraordinary sexual and living acts
Demonstrated in dark colors.
The scales of the grain feed
Swaying with an unconscionable math.
After the man’s house grows rats
to provide labels and epidemics,
One will advise you at home while you die
out of the hail of the heat,
found in water spots.
Miniature Moon 