Wednesday, November 09, 2016

mit weiss

MIT WEISS

we cannot ache or 
imagine—we craft our
shoes of tin.

even that rude
clatter cannot
satiate our hunger

for din.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

EVERYTHING IS AHISTORICAL

EVERYTHING IS AHISTORICAL

your crossed wood
way, a cord,
the set of stones
called venerable, a
land found and found-
ed on the backs of ghosts,
all the spilt type left
to stain once virgin
sheets.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

HOST


HOST

we are none,
pigheaded,
provincial,

take what we
think,

:;:

a world to a-
void any that

is a

not us.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

GALWAY SKETCH TWO [from the vault]


GALWAY SKETCH TWO


Gailimh;
with your slowwaking
raindark roads,
iron skirts pulled down
tight against the night.
you are not halfhospitable,
loosenighted, slowwaking
Gailimh,
eelroaded, eelrivered,
rainhearted Gailimh,
you are no stranger’s place.

DON'T GO THINKING


DON'T GO THINKING

the earth yawns / Bored and disgusted, to do us down

a new
Gordian
knot, a

:;:

wag your
fucking tongue.

we are
all not

:;:

a.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

CROWED

CROWED

cast your stomach into
the river, augur, let

the current carry away
the smoke, sweet and
skullsick, your

legs only need to be
an hour long, you

hope.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

ON DAWN

ON DAWN

the aside cast,
a way given,
undrawn blood spilt

along the road,
unwinding as though
a bandage, undone

:;:

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

AWE TOME KNELL

AWE TOME KNELL

depart your brass
warm air, your
paper shredded skin,

all now is
leaving, leaving us
to chase behind,

ushered along by
some well deserved
chill.