Poetry
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Of Frostbitten Summer
Sacred waves of broken letters This is the gift beyond the sea Of seismology of tranquil Reports of fires of bequeathed Individual letters of concern An alphabet of terrors That...
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Attentive Living
Living, as it is called, is for those Who cannot face the facts There is a determined wind Moving against all sides Of bow-ways and short-ways Stunned in tidy equations...
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When God Cries Tears of Grass
For all the questions I can’t ask God cuts me with a blade of grass I imitate turmoil God imitates interest But there are no dollar signs in my doorway...
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Beacons of Oppression
No more past and frozen Broken dollars on the costume’s edge No riddle to be stolen Or hid between her parked legs There are ships on the balcony Solid in...
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Disafforested Bounty
Disafforested convenience in the Land of neighboring plentiful streets Of broadcast entries and solemn In the reins of remarkable beauty, Where pigeons grow And count the blessings of rush hour,...
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Faulted King
I lie on my grave Hunting the great parade For I was a faulted king But a king all the same
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If History Itself is God
I wonder if history is God, or, That people too often mistake History for God. I’ve managed To confine myself in an ontological Pseudo-inspiration for both Logical trespass and pacification...
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Never a Poem
I am not a poet I like to thread words together And frame meaning Like something that bumps against consciousness But I am not a poet, besides, Who understands these...
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Adept to Frozen Language
From the mark of scolding winter To the prison of language’s limited ashtray There are those who stare from the balcony of defeated highways, And resume old tattering scales among...
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Riddles in the Rain
Loneliness escapes through the Wells of disappointment, demarcated As stolen words on lost texts Where radio sirens play holo-bells And remarks, on stage. Like Saturday calls and greets Its final...