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December 2016

stranger puts a hand to earth

These are puzzles the queer static frizzle goes

“the cuss” in some subtle ways queer and as quiet

not acting out but acting in quest of queer fate

how anything happens along in the queer daylight

as how everything queer subscribes to moonlight

queer as life or waves to hold the greatest good.


if there's a question in it we'll see

So we agree. Call the sunlit section day And the other night.

We float it all. And above it and To innovate the series

Old circus time makes Like a priest in the high notes. O.

Still time. and we’re geese full of black song. O. barking

I called you but not loud enough From here. O stone park.

Take no offense. Ideas are your children asleep In the shade.

Speak to the year. But it’s not. O your mother or your net.


once broken

We’ll keep at this or we won’t, so …

whoever is president this final precedent will serve breakfast to losers so secretly fond of bacon what’s more normal than that

violent men and women each in his or her own way fail to note the wave of light across the tops of barren trees

they are not happy at breakfast or in the craggy arches of a rotting book not happy with the definite object of their ambition

their violence explained by nothing but the exceptional heat of their kitchens cans of stiflings pots of oppressions nobody lets the dog out

a sumptuous past for breakfast please join us for a dazzling life a maze of metaphors a complicated dream about blood

when love sits down we get a rough urge to shift our knowledge around his pseudo-violent thus interesting request for infinite dawn

now the mucked up cups and bowls the plates of breakfast flatware scatter in cold light charge us to clear our throats put on our coats


“poets writing in code, nothing seems as normal as ”

Trumpets the weakness. suffering sucks the venial from the pattern.

“not much a figure painter” but you mentioned friendship and color.

Codes amaze. so for love you hold the drama at center. we process.


to follow the patchwork. watch out. sky’s sometimes a frightening thing.

and even many is only a part. that nothing has ever been shown. not really.

not as waterbirds show. or coarse rock. Now can we have like. a sentence.


what are these tiny red spots

This ethical or unethical syntax wants to believe in itself.

    Who got saved? Which and from what? Unhappiness? Death?

Sentimental Zn: I’m always in the right place at the right time.

    Sincere Zn: I’m a fool. Not a good liar. Not a good thief.

The agreeable burdens of the empty head. Frozen eyes.

    The gays will have. The gays will be. The gays.

To tell the truth, we’re long gone on fast kings and fountains.

    We’re living on. Vivid minerals at rest. Lines of.

Continents set up just so. Winking us toward joy.

    We’re damp crackers. Blue lips. Noted faults.

You just want. Some sensible relations after the lousy vote.

    Projections indicate a sweeping hubbub. Central.

I know you want a poem. No. You want an idea about.

    The real. The may be. The feel of it.