Sunday, April 7, 2013

To Bill, Who Sleepwalks


 
 
Funny how you always want to know
what happens next.
Until you don’t.

You hope your dreams will be a flow
of some illuminating text.
Oh Bill. They won’t.












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(n.b.: "Bill" exists entirely in the poem. He's not anyone I 'actually' know.)

Saturday, April 6, 2013

These Questions


 
What’s a blessing?
Does it require
confessing to Sublimity?

Does it proceed
from a Divinity? 
Is it something saying

that it understands?
Does it involve
the laying on of hands?

What is spirit?
Are we far from it
or near it? What does

it mean to pray?
Why don’t these
questions go away?









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Friday, April 5, 2013

This Thing You Do


 
Ruling your
dark realms
overwhelms.
Too many
helms.

 








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Thursday, April 4, 2013

A Secret


 
In chill green shadows
of reluctant Spring
whose portents bring
no guarantee of scented
flower or singing bird,

a secret’s passed to you
you wish you hadn’t heard.
Now it has nowhere
to go. There’s nothing
to do but know.











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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Sometimes Sitting Naked with a Friend


 
Sometimes sitting naked
with a friend
can lend
a certain comprehension
of the mystical.

All the competition –
egotistical exasperation –
in the day,
disassemble,
waft away – permit you

both to undergo
an unconsidered
even flow
of nothing
whatsoever

but whatever
was each other’s.
As if you’d
been born
brothers

with a secret –
with nothing
left
to challenge
or to damage it.

At least, that’s how,
if this were ever
to occur to me,
I might
imagine it.






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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

There are Words for You


 
Conglomerate
abomination!
Unrelenting
turnip!

Involuted
root!
You are
not a fruit.

You’re barely
sentient mud.
You’ve
a penchant

for gratuitous
complexity.
You bleed
the thickest blood.

You’re a mole
without a purpose –
slowly
rolling

just below
the surface
in the rain.
Brain.








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Monday, April 1, 2013

Cosmological Constant, Revealed


 
Like toxic semen,
demons pop.
You cannot
make them stop.

They fuck
the quantum level up.
Each wanton devil
will erupt

in parallel
realities to spark
them into terror
like a shark –

and watch
their atoms scatter.
Demons
are dark matter.










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