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.

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

BEHOLDEN


BEHOLDEN

your self

narration chains

us to drowned

hours, some

sun sets

:;:

but it was

never ours.

Monday, September 29, 2014

DEXTER


DEXTER

lay aside yr.
tinfoil

gratitude,
yr. trio of

words that
can be said,

all you desire
is so clearly

de

:;:

served

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

INEXTRICABLE


INEXTRICABLE

door eaters, we
mumble splintered
curses, prayers,
haunted by years
yet to enter.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

BLÓÐ


BLÓÐ



drink yr
god damned
fill.


stretch yr desicated
finger towards
each one you
wish cursed.


carve the lead,
bury the tablet
beside the heart-shaped
mound or yr septic tank.


you are a true
one of us.

AKEN


AKEN

unhanded,

or,

wishing it

to be

so.

Monday, September 08, 2014

HOARSE


HOARSE

hallelujah

:;:

name fuck,
hurtle, a
circle, go
back, unspeak—

THE LEVER


THE LEVER

begs to pry

open

the cage of the crate,

yet—

hesi—
tates.

Sunday, September 07, 2014

LOWERING


LOWERING

let the sun plod,
each day we take
our handful of
earth to swallow,
grit-throated, as
the topography
demands.

JACK PINE


JACK PINE

sink and wait,
wait—

you're not fly—
ing, you are
the needle brown—

ing drought.

Thursday, September 04, 2014

COCKATRICE


COCKATRICE

cobble gazed
stare orbs,
roam, full,
gut my
weasel skin.

BODY IS TRUE

BODY IS TRUE

we are that
demiurgic cabal

left alone,
together

under the heavy
expanse of the

empty, eyewateringly
blue sky, jostling

each other aside
to claim our turn to

press our fingers
into the cold, dead

clay, willing it
to be anything,

anything but
meaningless and

inert.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

FOMER COUNTRY


FORMER COUNTRY

the moon leers,

'I am no
singer'

fuck you-
r gutter

throat.

Be done.
Be gone.

naɪf

naɪf

I am my

own

blade, dulled

to a dangerous

point.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

THE CURATOR


THE CURATOR


approximate knowledge
& social unease,

all labeled carefully
& placed amidst other

cultural ephemera,

made worth less now
that they have been

forced into his
demiurgic arrangement.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

VIRGIN GEOGRAPHY


VIRGIN GEOGRAPHY

and the flat surfaces slip away

each expedition was a failure,
everything too new was all that
was found. the stars beguiled
and lost us, the snows washed
away the sun, while shelves of
ice slunk past you into the cool,
disinterested sea—what you found,
you found: nine armed starfish,
orange as a discarded peel, a coin
as leaden as the slumbering clouds,
the wind spoke to your lungs, that
stole each breath we made.

ASIDE


ASIDE

rubiconical, decided.
you make your mouth
into the door you slip
out through.

a maze you 'forget'
to bring the twine
of your eyes into.
'stead your fingers

seek the limits of that
enclosed path.
you left the end already,
you left your shoes and

feet, but your tongue and
fingertips will never cease.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

“Every word that you speak / Is a word they have made.”


“Every word that you speak / Is a word they have made.”

devour my tongue, sow
the rich black asphalt



with my spongy teeth.
we are not taut enough



yet


string my sinews,
they are yours to make


sing, to make mockery
of my feeble throat.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

BIRCHES

BIRCHES

twinned and windswayed,
skin torn by the boys,
overeager and dreaming
the scraps are blank paper,
but they will never write
upon them, not about your
beauty, anyway, more likely
it's destined instead to be
just more kindling for
their unwise fires.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

ABERKEINESPURVONDIR


ABERKEINESPURVONDIR

ravenously

unslaked,

we slink,

jaws agape,

to that still

bare

table.

Saturday, January 04, 2014

UPON THE ROCKS


UPON THE ROCKS

all tails laid aside,
long ago they were taught
what it is to wait.

their beauty shaped,
like the cliffs, by the
constant crash of the captured sea,

by the weight of the waves
and the weeks, carrying away
all that will no longer be

a part of their whole.

NAR CIS US [from the vault]

NAR CIS US

every thing is
a mirror (if
you polish enough)

even your hands
cupp'd and fill'd
with water held

still will show
your only love.
your only face.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

BELLY


BELLY




hal's cruel nobility
deflates you,



you are the
too, too frequent



guest, outworn,
yr put upon greatness,



unthrust, “sack



:;:



more sack

miniscule (apologies to St. Gira)

miniscule (apologies to St. Gira)

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