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,…

One day I’ll delete all of my passwords, all those hard to remember combinations of numbers and letters, and replace them with various names I’ve made up for you. That way, I’ll never forget my passwords again, and every time I type one of them in I’ll think of you, or at least one of…

I am the crow! Sitting on the horse’s head! Listen to me, bloated fields! Hark, ye old windmills and lanes! I’m a children’s story book! Hey, black wings! Scary rainbow oils! I am the snow! Waiting for the sun to die! Stomping through their lonely hoofprints! Running off like steam at the mouth! Let’s eradicate…

I’m eating your voice like it’s sugar and it is: raw brown sugar on a spoon. The phone is a spoon. Your voice is inside the phone. I’m inside your rainbows, ice. I hear beeps (the time runs out and we’re disconnecting again. Outside the weather reporter runs around on cloud nine because here’s another…

Nobody knows. Nobody knows what it means. Jippie! We can speak freely here. Speak. I’ll send you desires in the mail. We’ll end up somewhere between the stars. It’s making me crazy. It’s beyond real. Smile. The world’s a mirror. You look good in it. My dreams explode. No wonder. In the dark, no one…

Her toenail polish is chipped and I love it. She’s doing that crazy dance and it’s cool. I’m feeling dizzy, not sure if she’s real. But she is and she’s crazy and yes so am I. I mean, a little bit crazy. Not real crazy. Just a look in her eyes, wind in my throat.…

I follow the story-lines of your hair in photographs. Tracing the sources of stream tendrils. Making my way back to the original kiss. Asking the universe to contract. Let’s reserve a table in a future restaurant. An advertisement in a foreign place. Paperweight heart. Your lessons in film-making, driving. Navigation being the hardest part. We…

Why? Because. That’s it. No reason. Just because. Why? Because why. It’s as simple as that. Because. Because why? Trust me, because. Why? Because that’s the way it is. That’s no because, no why either. I shrug. Because, that’s why. The reasons are the answers. There’s why and there’s why not. I’ll take because. Because…

I’m looking for a house to live in but I don’t know if I can live with myself. It’s tricky. Damn my moods, the forgetfulness. Hanging a sign outside my skull: for rent. Mexican dances for the dead. Forget them. Shelves lined with mix-tapes, coffee pot forever mouldy. If it’s all the same, I’d rather…

Fields of megafauna, legends in our eyes. Beneath a confected dune, I spilled some water from a glass jar and watched as it disappeared into yesterday. We pitched a tent on the beach, listened to the dingo howls, and prayed for rescue. The locals don’t seem to mind us being here, though we are invisible…