what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

she delves

she delves and i am bitten by the frost clinging to the eaves of all these men who told me  her place was held fast. she dives down and down and i am watching the  gravity of life suck her into a purple void. i am a weak stitch, unbroidered at once by the fallacies of the politicians of faith; so much so that blood comes from the eyes...

Sunday, January 27, 2019

cigarette and faith

i gave a homeless woman a cigarette on a street corner while on a walk yesterday to say hello to my lover; it was an idle impulse. she said i had the most gorgeous lips, this woman, whose jamaican nouns were weighted under the lubrication of a beer she held in one hand, the fingers of which looked liked the thin horizon of a widowed desert. she could not light the cigarette so i offered, and handed it back and she said she was saving up for...

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

aperture

my brother said, he said: - about the cleavages of religion and its crowns-of-thorn swagger and its impoverishing hues - 'i believe in god but not God; it's nobody's business what i believe in' there was always a red gem in his mouth when he talked about the protrusions of faith, how they herniated and metastasized into the hardened stones of shaded, casting-down silences. how the spokespeople of that particular brand of BOGO magic were the...

Friday, January 18, 2019

to friend

my elegant, pastoral find; my storied discovery among the leaves of the naked: how truth may thunder in the temples when one stumbles upon your smoothed stone. the bloodroot of eternity resides within the finding of you and spreads to all corners. with some, it just comes as naturally as the orbit of the moons around their mothers and you fall up to a fine grace together to make the joining of two lonesome nobles, in a quest toward the inner...

Monday, January 14, 2019

i could sleep

i could sleep inside the homes of abandoned goodness i could fly outside the rays of given apologies i could wish without the need for angry demonstrations i could swim beneath the howl of laughing moons i could plead toward the face of selfsame awareness i could pray within the chasm of all lightness renewed i could say everything on a straight line without your care or write what comes to me in the best sense rebroken just to ensure that...