Delicate/Annihilate

A delicate thing it is
              to annihilate
sometimes.
              Sometimes
it is in the cracks of the
beautiful (delicate) things that we most
can destroy, or do.

Annihilate is a word most delicate,
really,
with cloudy, soft sounds, pushing gently through the mouth,
a whisper.

Delicate is more firm, has structure.
Delicate, like meringue.

How delicate we are when we annihilate sometimes:
How delicate the thought, how soft the annihilation.
How delicate the intrusion, how soft the annihilation.
How delicate the destruction, how soft the annihilation.



11.2.2018

Flame

Call the moths in their brigades 

of dust.

I hear you.

Sirens and flames

call the same and refuse to

stand still. Even so,

you knew

what you were asking for.

Cold

It wasn't the way you shut me out. 

It was the way you let me in.

Like you knew it was closing time. 

Release

Imagine my dismay when

I learned that by

pulling myself back from you

                               

                                 I was only nestling deeper

                                 into the string

                                 of my bow.

12/1/20

Still

Be still this heart, quiet still-
a breath, a ghost. These are
words
only words. Hands
touchhold (still words, still)
lips
teeth
tongue, yes
words only words-
alchemized.
Deep and deeper still. Taste, yes,

feel. Christ.
Christ or god or stars. Come down, come
down
to dirt, to body, feeltaste
touch. Make this
real, surreal.

Transient,
I know.
No one
gives a fuck out here
beneath the sky and leavesandrain.

Just take
thisnow, make
now
me/my
aching reason to be here,
this hungry
bodysoul.


6.23.18

Accountabliity

Imagine that the hands were the smallest and in the digging
found nothing and so much, too much,
like you- the thickest to dig through, the hardest, the thing that
broke
the things too much. Nothing but broken every where
and it was all
torn apart, so
torn apart. Like you- you too, all tornandbroken
apart. And here I stand surrounded by so much nothing, so many
broken everything that was
ours. I am standing here, a numb child who didn’t fucking mean to,
but still, my dumb hands are empty
and they are covered in dirt.

6.29.18

Free Ride

Just because I can doesn’t mean I
should because I can, you know,
and even if I (yes) wanted to I should
n’t and
the moon (again with the moon) does the thing it
always
does but it’s
so bright, and all the things it touches(me) are fuckingstars. Windows

down I am forever always inthisfast
car, feeling I could be someone be someone be some
one
Some
One: whoareyou and whyareyouhere questions
that don’t matter in this night right now you are
notanything
anyone
nowhere

but here in the fastcar (I brought you and bring you
everywhere.)

6.29.18