the dreamy scent of sleep escapes from a glass jar full of rollmops slipping here between day & night the stars fall like drops of (dew eclipses bait the atmosphere with hints of anarchy & FSU (bleachers groan beneath our stellar weights subway snarls make the beast with two attacks tip a jar upside down…

I was almost a bee by the time I was born under propylene beams I was two days old by the bee by the bay I was under moon wood that was why I would lie in the grasses at sunset was new & cicadas were still under nights by the light it was listening…

silhouettes of moons rising boxcars are stencils the shape of projections made by performance poets who’ve never fallen in love wincing through their routines screaming call a doctor (a doctor’s haunted holiday home the leafless trees the free shots administered at dawn the freezing branches stacked with animals cries like a gurgling brook an owl…

Little grains of crazy sand fall in slow motion through the world’s gigantic hour glass, making snows seem electric & water all-powerful. Your silver wingtips slice the future skies & make my atmosphere go crazy, each little moment, each tiny hit. Last night I awoke to the sound of crazy winds strafing my lonely house,…

rivers roads borders & towns overturn regimes impose your own! take me before you take him (say light up that disease & crush those feeble ants! he’s crazy they whispered true to the end he keeps on smiling & i just want to eat! myself or throw them off the scent that might do it!…

he was the star that floated in water, lacking space (& she was an astronomer in hawaii, or in lower case (she’s the satellite’s document of a dreamy eclipse (he’s like a word once lost, now formed by her lips (when she says goodbye & oh! that word all the stars go out (& it…

He was a jealous husband without a wife. I needed security and he gave me bullets to rain down upon those discreet affairs (which came, and passed. We settled in to our familiar routine: me with my cat and he out stalking prey. At night he’d return with greenbacks in his ochre eye, demanding fidelity,…