[Lay your body as foundation]

Lay your body as foundation
and upon your chest we'll build a temple,
not with bricks and mortar
but with our flesh and bones.

We hope in you,
while the dust cracks our lips
hardening the mucus in our throats.

We hope in you,
like our brothers and sisters long past
waiting to be unearthed;

lifting up your broken body
as your mother once held
your little hands and wrinkled skin,
the suckling king anointed.

haiku

The curves of your face
become symptomatic of
a blossoming heat

Hands

word sonnet #2

These
hands
know
not
words
but
they
touch
and
tremble
with
fear
and
joy

Fall

word sonnet #1

Spoken
words
heard
broken
shaken
shards
far
fallen
crack
digress
progress
gasp
edict
convict

[the body machine]

The body machine
_________________electric
___is getting old, not
____lu
____br
____ic
____at
____ed
______with blood:
_________________rusty

_waiting for___________________,love.

half a man

Fie upon't! Foh!
The circus mirror splits
_____&
________Makes
devil_____devil
____angel ____angel

twice a man
______half a man,

exposit the heart's equation:

___Smash the damn mirror.

No silent night

Ironic fluorescent spots of light? People used to sleep at night, when it was quiet. What is quiet?

No silent night in here, love,
no jubilant ovation.
You will never know enough
with concrete information.

No poetry is modern.
Your words are defined by time,
no abab pattern,
no syllabic metric lines.

All theories are in contra-
Diction is not predeter-
"Mind is new!" Be my mantra!
What is modern, have you learned?

Confusion defines the new,
failing that this is a ruse.

viceroy, viceroy

Hold this up to your memory:
a circus curiosity; your bill
of rights and proselytizing bear-hugs.
King James gave me papercuts in spring
and you fucked me with your baby Jesus sugar.

for the first person

"It's Sacramental!"

render unto caesar
that which is

I

cut the tongue feed
on the blood of

I

p|oly|sylla|bi|fic|at|io|n

______skin
_________lines
(permanent) polysyllabification

of mind.
________cold-
ness_____heat
_____________bless with persistence
overcoming
_____________bless

prophet

You're a prophet, Love.
_________________You saw the earth spinning off its axis and into the sun. Like the sun to the earth, my head was spinning me as well. I am all spinning, constantly from the axis to the fantasy, the sound of the leaves blowing through the trees and the appearance of the stars on a beautiful night. So, you say that you have seen all this before, and I believe, but I'm left with one question:

Is this what it feels like to float breathless above the world?

You're a prophet, Love.

These Words

These words are blank verse memories of you;
Blank, like the white sky on a summer day,
or blinding, like the snow in December.

Through the eyes of a jealous kind

To your godesses of love:
The new covenant in my blood.

An open line of reciprocity,
a line; that curves and pulsates
like an artery.
Like yellow-cracked hardened fat:

So feel your heart.
So feel your blood rush to your head,

and stand in the line that opens
like a tree; stretching each branch
to reach your goddesses of love:

So feel your blood.
So feel your heart crack your head,

opening your pithy mind and spilling
through the eyes of a jealous kind.

NS
01.11.06
11.01pm

Bullet

Now Adam knew his wife Eve

Like bullet
velocity abstract
into the heart of

woman.

Like "glorious appearing"
of your dead
man saviour;

love is a weapon. If you got good aim

like bullet
velocity abstract
into the heart of

man.

This time is new

I'm breathing obscurity
with patient anticipation to fall,
humbly terrified.

This time is new
This time

I'm breathing intention,
like I never believed
like I never knew:

This time is you.

the glow

insert a prayer
feel the glow

insert a

invert a choir
hear the crow

invert a

infer answer
now lie low

infer
insert
invert

[Subtly shatter your / romance,]

Subtly shatter your
romance,

over black coffee and
distance.

Shattering smile her
countenance,

over words that betray
intents.

drop

yes, I am trying to hurt you.
yes, I am an atom bomb.

I think that I might shatter
into infinite shards of stained
glass windows
to press against your neck and
make you remember.

I heard "love."

never meant to
sever
your arteries with my tongue

but,
sometimes you need to

bleed.

a prayer

methamphetamine coughdrop lies
in their
aeroplane graves of 9 to 5 corporeal
cries and the foundations of the united nations
gymnasium in the television says

, "I've seen many nations crumble."

the man of the
stumbled word at the blunt edge of the
world and the unpronounceable morpheme
feigning Almighty, lowered.

Hey Job,
where ya bin?
whatcha sayin?
where did ya go when I laid the foundations
of angry topless standing ovations?
the man in the three-piece suit cryin

, "I seen all this before (but my wife she don't know)."

so where were you little man
when every creature ate from my hand?
when the copper sky ran blood red?

where were you
when they preached all their bullshit on the side o' th' road?
when they told all them faggots where they should go?

where were you, Job?
At the din of an aborted howl
or the body's eternal yowl:
to wallow in self-pity cryin so sure

, "oh but I ain't never bin nothin but pure."

[the thought of you]

The thought of you:
_________burning coals
__creating heat and light,
________________consuming.

How to live with a Curse

For Flannery O'Connor
(and the ol' gal)

How to live with a Curse. The first cut off the chopping block. A gold ring in a pig's snout. That woman. A gold ring. A pig's snout. The Bull's horn slams into her ribcage. Choke, choke, gurgle. Like a gold ring.

The Bull tramples your flowers and drinks your clean water. Tell the Nigger to get him outta here. Tell the Nigger how to live with a Curse. Crack a smile when the Bull comes running. He who loves discipline is wise. He who mocks correction is stupid. Keep mocking. The Alpha and Omega.

Your gold ring is a curse. Your Alpha and Omega. You look like a pig under your skin. Your false Christ. Tell the Nigger he ain't got love. Your Christ is Bull. A Curse.

You're a queen in a pig's snout. The horn in your heart is an adequate decoration. The blood that drips out of your mouth matches your dress. You're a queen.

Where's your golden crown?
The ring lay bloody on the ground.

NOTE: This poem is based on a story by Flannery O'Connor. The word "nigger" is used to be true to that story, and not in a racist or derogatory way. This is an anti-racism poem.

Lines in her name

She said that I
"speak
like an essay"
and "weave
arguments"
in my brain.

But I
think
like a poet
and see
lines
in her name.

(imagining the monstrous)

a mirror,
teeth.

Because you are so devious

Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline II. iii. 143)

Because your weapon lies there,
in your right hand in his left,
they all will laugh and smile and cry
and know that you are bless'd.

Because you are so devious,
you hid it there so all could see,
and hear and touch and taste and smell
the words of him who speaks.

Sacred

you shall not boil a young goat in its mother's milk

Sourcebook.
I said it.

...

November is the cruellest of months
the farmer sits and contemplates that
His life has no purpose
when the
crops have all been
harvested.
When it is indeed so cold that I (And By "I" I Mean You)
can see the warmth escaping from my breath
and I cannot feel my extremities
for the Cold.
This is the magic. This is that song.

...

it is like when you get that look in your eyes that says you're going to break my heart
in Exactly
One Point Five
seconds. (It never goes away, you know.)
AND BY YOU I MEAN "I."
and you didn't

...

You're tyming is so perfect. I was about to move
on and this is
One Point Five Years replaced in
SIXTY-four days and fourteen hours and twentysix minutes
And an infinitude of seconds
I AM who fill

I'll (AND BY "I" I mean all of us)
get over this frustration

[insert:and I hope you are very happy,]
Love,
Knocking off my feet

see.
Love,

...

all my flirtations with idealism have led me to despair so I
have decided to become a pessimist too.
"and if things go well we can rejoice,"
HOORAY!
"I've had my share of disappointments in my life"

Who fill infinitude
I AM
the cruellest
of month
I AM

...

stations- take notes
20’s- slang

-brilliant class
In

Finite space
Mannerism, blue.
Blue.
Blue on white and black
Pink on red and white.
White,
Shine.

Smile,
and throw it all away. My

infinitude
fill
who. I AM
of
cold the cruellest
of months November
is

elephant

shiny elephant hippopotamus broken bloody split skip
rope
esophagus
filthy hippopotamus tales like tails like see deer cedars feeders feed
her's
behemoth elephant hippopotamus
phil the file the fill the philanderer philander her fill and her
fille and/or phil and her
split body
fille and gore apple core

Silent in Your Car

I wrote my name on the roof cushion of your car
with my finger,
as if to leave a piece of me behind.
I hoped that you would see it someday
but it faded,
nearly as quick as I wrote it.
With your subtle explosion of whites and browns, then it was gone.

Raining in December

Lonliness
brings destruction
like rain in December

Digress

Reconstruct:
Scrape the bones.
Mortify.
To the side;

Acquiesce:
Shoot my foot.
Sanctify
This new song:

I walk alone

Introduction

This will be my online version of Whitman's Leaves of Grass, in that it will be an ever growing volume of my poetry.

Read, enjoy, criticize, cry, love, hate, whatever.

Just make sure you feel it.