Black birds White onve spike sala si me le do to os ka ah ski
skin brink break morn moon sliver bb bullets

one rooster pecked another
mangled head

tongue cramp
chew swallow or talk
tastes like sunshine on bluesky bread

its five am well of words
she make surface move

i like foods. A simple sentence
gathering grapes

pesticide white ears

Go
gravel in the train's
horrified wail

she breathes dust

a block of government cheese
relaxes
ten dawn again
ten cha cha ten tion

tree branjes shadow vase lodge
d
in her windpipe a poison almost

talks dangerous to god

finding the right words to tell him
finding the right words to tell
finding the right words
the right words
right words
words

A telling puzzle

which word is whick
whick is which word

his words are mine
faulting
the easter sky

one day before april
i woke up 7 times
"find me a place to rest my head"
dad said

a spot
that will not

SquaRing

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Spring

rusted chirps squeak exalted!
like a high pile of pearls
skittering under four graceful feet

pour down lava
split and talk and
hold still
red
stray
velvet maple leaves

the fourteen hour car ride
silence

smoking 2 mountains green
throb their own valley
pushing leaves twice

witness
equinox's shinny

frosted black air

confident swollen buds

our mutual acre tilled
seeded with magic knives
and sheeps' heads

we've cut each other
from inside our own land

baaaa-ing.

Strawberry night
impossible to distinguish
hands
atomic red moon

dig in
up to our waists in juice
drink till our bellies are 2 taut rubies

still craving

scent of iron and mushrooms
rainwater elixir I

press to your glass soil
feel my own sharp edges tangled
root fingers
down
to where your liver pulses
with my toxins

where a single seedling sprouts

chrysanthemum or crab grass
we are not concerned

simply be
green

The Circle is a Vicious God

Walter Kaufmann
(translating Beyond
Good and Evil)

The Wailing Wall

slavk corners
ancient sues taackedi will geet there
thru awaly
alive alice huge dream mangled
my face alwats wants to latl of itself
getting smaller a grey dove forlorn cries before loin cloths delivered us from shame
separate wo
dwes man red dead tears

hart juice separate stacks vein cra
hands, th fistsheads bow in sunnyblack site
nithing glows in dark

fists beatinga throat
what have i done??
unclenched hands forgiving theselves

souls alone desert

i am sand

separate from this wall i stand..................................
attajed hands

weeping child thrown from bike...................................

various shdes of gray (the new black)............................

writers blocks 50 tons tall
crack$$$$

i wrote words
isnt this good enough?

this hole is cold buti see butter lace bigenough for a worm.

quirm. you are not here. when i come to see you. i leave my child folded

Personal Hejira

XXcausedXXXreal
poem

W//H// XX I try X (conquer)
/////////////////////
<<<<<<<how XX brani work
crosses yourself out

monday. A special start
ice cube--
#########XXXXX#######
Holiday went to her head

paring knife puncture wound
a little staB###walk hom E(
a lit (walk home---a command)
---------------------------

bloody murder scream

2 black girls playing
-------------tag [p/rXaps]

tag au two times

[{{:}}]...this flower make poem pretty
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``~;~

No Objects..Nobects
NO Nobjects XNside
Cube!

MANANATOMY

The Wailing Wall

ancient desert sun
pock-marks crumbling dust figure
heavy overshadow wrong side god

cubes stacked huge

getting smaller
a grey dove
forlorn cries

she nests in me

this wall.

fists beating the body's throat

unclenched hands forgiving themselves

controlled folding scraps of paper wishes

"thank you dear god for the various shades of gray
i cannot escape. open cracks rat holes
ice tunnels. i am paper, i am sand. I've
wedged myself so my backbone is powder.
day leaves me. at the mirror's edge
charcoal light

this crevice is deep
this wall touches the sky
this child stands beside it

take my wrist
i show you how to love me

venom in my foot
slowly spreading

suck out the poison
--I'll give you all my words

folded paper in the wall
an ocean

billions of salty prayers

Layers

inside the poem is outside the
__________cube__________

the outside is poem the inside

Holy House

`````````flat
`````````````dea-drone
`````sunlite on

`````````--a drape
sunkist
```````sunken black pits

```````````citrus``````````

@``L``ink``@``up``
``````a lon g```````

chane``````````chain
``````chainge```````

threads discintigrate
`````scintilate`````

getting farther
away
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``````sun``day`````

sand in the I

Sand wind sand cube
uncountable cubes of glass
sanding
winding
dry = cutting
6 thi s roa d
is a sand y 1

want so me mo re?
sand in the tee th
es and your mama ' s too th
s o mu ch s a n d dry
eye ye ar e sand ori fices faces wra p p ed in clo the (-e)
stop sand from pouring in side the shack
a little watter (-t) les s hack
mudsnot made sand y and wate r make
gla ss cu bes
=dry =cutting =i
i i i i i i i i i i i my yie ey eye

plexus

location of dark vain in dirty dot
oculus opening a florescent manhole "The electrical signals do not mix - rather, fibres travel together electrical signals separate"

perplex

the plexi-glass
lamp


dark--day

Buried Zen Poem

He will not live to be
a very old man,
he has struggled against life,
his hole