We are living
This poem was written in 2005 as part of a dialogue series with Japanese poet Hiroshi Sasaki (Keiji Minato, translator).
It was later published in my collection We Will Disappear.
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Poems
As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
Cities of Q –
Q, you built a city inside my heart and now I’m trying to make it back. Do you remember what it looks like? What we did there? Where is it now? In this city there’s a lake that’s filled with…
Abendland
in abendland our eyes only reflect the windows of real estate agencies couples roam there; small dogs shit wherever they like; everyone has a slightly bulging belly in abendland & guitar music is de rigeur; words like de rigeur are…
Another Death Star
i hear lady vader’s footsteps clang on the stainless steel gangway; i look busy attending to my knobs & flashing buttons but the dark side is so strong in this one that i am forced to switch on an emergency…
Landschaft (Mit Gerhard Richter)
took a photograph of sunday night then blew it all onto a wall in paint something stirs in the brittle light – almost like your first vacation’s abrupt denoument; studio sounds erupt into white (the power’s down) this wasn’t scripted…
Marijuana (In My Mind)
Sleeping through the pouring rain Filling up the lakes and rivers she Came to my dark dream bed & Read me stories from a strange Book (turned the pages like a Grave & held me close under the Nightlights smoking…
Baudelaire in Bruxelles
a silent cartoon wanders the non-descript chaussee over bridges it casts its chisel comic-book shadows illuminated by a passing policeman’s truncheon light as air; that withered stare turns flowerboxes to stones or the dogs to barking fruit stalls there in…
Unter Dem Radar
harrison ford had it made in indiana jones part three fucking that austrian woman in venice – ah venice – as they slipped under that radar beneath all the clanging sunday bells of canareggio … meanwhile sean connery (presumably touched…
Marienbruecke
What’s the story, Ludwig? Have you found a perfect View? What did you have For supper last night? & did The swans tow your body to Sleep? What did you find in The gothic skylines above Your wooden wagerian bed?…
