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.

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.

“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.

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.

ABERKEINESPURVONDIR

ABERKEINESPURVONDIR

ravenously

unslaked,

we slink,

jaws agape,

to that still

bare

table.

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.

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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