DIN

DIN

Ein Aug,

:;:

Eigentlich

:;:

cut the wor(l)d from our

skull, a way left

:;:

in silence, here

a scratch, a battered

notebook, too much

unloved, the white of

god’s eye, another moon

of this wor(l)d, an
other year of fakes,

an unfinished list

:;:

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.

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD

your smile was devoid of edges,

all uniforms and marching orders

a tongue leading down into the

pit of your faith, to which doubt

has taught me how to crawl, where

i hold my breath, push away the

ghosts of your eyes and fall into—

god made a nothing / out of nothing.

SCAMP

SCAMP

the turned out

vein pulses, cosmetic

sanguinity externalized, enfleshed—

trusting an uncaring

god to turn

its gaze away.

DER MANN WARD ZUM SIEB

Der Mann ward zum Sieb,

in the particular, leaf rattling,

autumnal chill, deceit settles

to the bare ground, waiting to be

stir-

red up by your comings and go-

ings, fine particles for you to

inhale and filter, becoming, at last,

the machine for forgetting that

god meant you to be—

less tender, as the waiting begins,

for the world to freeze.