Poetry

easter. Osterfest in german. East. it never occurred to me – the east; the sun came from there today. I wonder if love is on the way – storms without rain or wind; this warm italian wind does not come from the east. But my curiosity stops somewhere geographically determined like the hare disappears into … Read moreEaster

i’ve nothing to write; blank, purposeless – i’ve lost my voice. i’ve a confusion of images screening around upon this very desk: the boy, stumbling upon some white powder in a trick oil can – he inhales deeply from the bag when the old man comes home, it’s the usual “Fucking Cocksucker – where are … Read moreLost Voice

[but it’s upon us] youth was against, challenging our love making. they say you can never go back: poets, story tellers, philosophers. all of them, and I suspect they are right, awkwardly.

I’ve decided: I want my politics like my lovers. it blanks in and out. just a second ago, there was gallons of it all over the carpet. They should let me know. Most mornings I can barely keep it down. I think something inside died. Whisper whatever you want, just so long as I know … Read moreconfusion and derailings

she’ll be 70 this year: in concrete and arithmetic. we need a porch, some metal for the roof [hail storms that could kill] garden is 4 years in the wings; i’m not on good time – 9 months until Dec. but something’ll feed the ducks this winter – something always does. How do you get … Read moreDavis

Demand injustice, ask for war. Reject your suitors, masturbate. cry that the sun has risen, rejoice in NORAD, blinking lights and dreams hidden under mountains. cave men.

well you know what? I’m fucking tired – you with guns and women and all the coke to keep me awake for 100 years; fuck you – I’m too tired tonight to battle the wisdom of Ape men investing in brawn and muscle long after John Henry has died. No, tonight I will watch out … Read morehope