Quietus Airborne leaves, twigs and branches buffeted
my car. Rain and hailstones lashed my screen
splashed curses, You’ll fail, you’ll fail
through my ears, to fractured nerves. This storm, six weeks old and growing,
violent, way beyond the ken
of the oldest of our elders. I had to reach her. Grandmother, cut off,
on the mountain’s high ridged shoulder.
She, who’d held me tight, raised me
through each season of my childhood.
Now, she needed me. I braked to take a ben
Ode to Perfect Places by Lorde
After Lorde somewhere buried underneath a bed
of shriveled roses damp dirt
& fractured cobblestone the dead lay in longing
for a dance floor to call their own while the world morphs
into a black and white filmstrip death awaits with skeleton key fingers
lingering towards a kill switch callous claw-like hands
hovering over a trigger/ a button/a lever
to mute the sound & blind the sight for all eternity although death may be
the “great equ
In The Trenches tripping over wires laid
on the ground for us to
trap our feet among
small potholes filled with
ugly little creatures that
are often found to be cute
we went downtown late
for our nightcap of mischief
and found them yelling at us
for being ourselves instead
of the people we wanted to be
and they kicked us when we were dow
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Songs For An Autistic Boy November 2014 You burned your infant sister’s face with boiling water.
Did you ever like the color red and its fiery gradient?
I saw when you set fire to the white sofa in your living room.
I was relieved when you burned it down.
I never liked it; it had piss marks on the edges.
I heard they force-fed you pills with eggs.
They told me you threw it all up, just like I did.
I saw you at your house last month.
Your voice was cracking, your moust
The Girl at the Party All parties are essentially the same, the really good ones are special in tiny ways
I’ve been to millions of parties, in secrecy on pilgrim ships or in the shadows
of New Amsterdam still-life, seemingly timeless cities surfing through the centuries
as horse bones give way to flat tires and the flickers of candles flock together
to form computerized fluorescence, cities where the fingers of its lonely peoples still elongate
to touch smartphones stitc
A Question of Size All my life I’ve been running into people who declare, “Magic makes the world
a bigger place” as if conjuring greasy spells out of methamphetamine dust
and werewolf dandruff somehow gives your eyes binocular grace, dulls your narrowness
so you see the bigger picture, all the doors opening at once like a mansion stricken with the flu
so you see the contents pour out like some silverware avalanche, debit card dysentery
all that sinful wealth melting like
A Wizard Is Born Outside a Mighty City Before my teeth were swampy gemstones, I was but a boy
begging for scraps on the outskirts of some walled city
here was the mighty city with its musclemen and gutter nuns
here was the mighty city with its garbage trucks and concert halls
the songs the police sing when they beat desert into rain
what firefighters sing as they shove candles into graves
here was the mighty city mangling widows with debt and cobblestone
here was the m