mantra

making room for the worthwhile new friends old friends celebration in sweaty embraces chanting screaming stumbling outside the gates of eternity sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox & ...

circling vultures your hands have seen the inside of a carborator. they've been blackened by grease & bloodied in your desperate attempts to clear the clouds out of your head. ...

friends applaud; the comedy is over a grand circus gesture with the twirling baton & high-up swings paints the scene with many bodies & the heads are all both looking ...

re: they have no reflections 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

my submission

emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes

yeah ok

on my back watching the northern lights recede 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

night sneaks up like a child’s bedtime; i rub my eyes into the sleeve of my shirt, aching for god or my mother. extremities become detachable & friends become saints ...

a place for my archaic bones & bathroom-etched promises

the closest thing to heaven my thoughts bleed out like muffled sounds i didn't mean. my flopping, wailing regurgitation crawls out of me & into the soil where i see ...

little league baseball this unwinding in my head lingers while i lay down, back bare to the ceiling. i count the days until one man closes our door & out ...

maybe they'll gnaw right through dead air, carbon emissions escape my mouth into shared breathes with strangers. the skyline approaches like a dog eating its tail, running out of time ...

all creations sing, amen my mother used to pour water on my head to wake me up for school; baptism recurs as trauma & the angels watch me seize. reconciliation ...

you are always in the way of your own reflection here i am, all freedom & misery; the lowest hanging linguistic fruit on the tree, squeezed until ecstasy, contracted, pained ...