go inside the bluest blood, come back kid.

say to me that newness exists
that you forget the formula
for haiku, and your stories remind
you of me. say that somewhere
it still matters which color
underwear i might choose for
today, which i am still awake in
blushing before bed...time to
remember how to land again...
damn.

set a setting and recombine, sometimes it's just what arises, and then what you miss and what continues to vex you, perplex you, after all you've analyzed; what lasts to put you solidly in your place. which place is where? well certainly limned in the minds of this degenerative generation, location is now "cloud"ed, where rain comes from to ruin barns and fuel corn and soy extravaganzas. upside is tonight down shown...

daywash

around every corner
this blasphemous day
disappears before forever
comes to dismantle
its secret hollows

we lay down on the concrete
stare at the darkening sky
and whisper the symptoms
of remembering flight from
our flightless station

love, in fact, imbues time
with its due dimension
saturates summer days
and distends them without
discretion

we go around in this light
like living on a ship
where something loved
has been thrown overboard
and see its absence as
clearly as itself

bring me a long rope
to haul in the shadows
of all that i've shed on
these seas and a shovel
to erase the decks

R. Sonnet

we are
the whole mess
of us
dizzied spinning
vertical goes the
horizon in our blood
a song

we whirl
and up come alliances
pointed eyes
memorized bedrooms
put forth pleas
you capsize
me

inside crescendos
recur – our skin
tingles to forget
this planet

antitextspeak

1.15.2012

write a wrinkle
out a finished
word a finch that
ends a sentence

entertainment takes
a swift stroll through
scholarship makes
for wobbly minds

where winter rewinds
us into an open or
otherwise openable
compendium

an afterego aura
a landslide toward
midnight come back
doesn’t cut it

upside is or isn’t
tautology is histrionic