June 23
would rather some opaque lines on the weather but this sky is just blue featureless no purchase and this feels too heavy to be limbo
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June 21
too on the nose this billboard chic predictable lines that draw the eye away from slimming food stamps like horizontal stripes this summer’s hottest trend is manufactured outrage sashay up a gangway work that image hell work on a travel visa it’s fine for you I guess white this summer’s hottest trend is cognative dissonance justify, ignore, deny, or change
June 19
Test out the rhetoric: Animal. Vermin. Infest. Inundation or inflammation, fiery little tongues that lick up kindling? The intent is visceral, in secare antennae, thorax, not of us, Kafka-esque, one day man and one day less than, mere question of taxonomy, Insecta, Pterygota, Isoptera, Blattodea, Class, Subclass, Suborder, Subhuman, Superior Orders (didn’t fly at Nuremberg). Consider the words like Solenopsii, fire ants, no, too late, like their bite: The damage is the warning.
June 18
See the dust encrusted with dry rock and you don’t think flood zone, water scouring sage brush instead of brittle wind, but it’s happened. Block ice slouches in the glass, dessert heat demostrates the facility of state change. See a lazy wheeling hawk, think gyre, gyre, getting wider– do things really fall apart? Or just slump forward in apathy? Define a hole: a lack of matter– evil is nothing but the absence of empathy. Say […]
June 16
a bird picks at gravel under the grape vines they are producing this year green-hued pearls small and bitter nothing much but grit and potential the birds won’t touch them shrieking away in a burnt out pine the violence of nature is arbitrary unlike ours familias unidas no divididas * and when they were departed behold the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream saying arise and take the young child and […]
June 15
rolled the windows down at Rocky Reach sweet mineral leach subtle evidence of a brief downpour low evening glow chiaroscuro foothills it never quite gets flat here and the road goes right up the rocks and the rocks come right down on the road the river vermeil and the orchards lush and the long day finally arriving
June 12
gray lake with regatta with parenthetical sails derivation of wind rain but barely maybe not even one wonders at the sudden immediacy of it all immanent and imminent– an answer unasked for raises questions
June 11
what a cavernous hole this asking why what a tenous stance this not asking strange clarity that comes at night as the room expands like it is holding its breath
June 8
Per your instructions I am getting under this chicken’s skin with pats of compound butter, stowing the remaining herb twigs, onion, lemon, in the body’s dark cavity, cutting slits where the neck used to be, trussing it with its own legs, carnal, barbaric, delicious– Tonight is the dinner party, the only cohesive theme this newfound religion of decadence, oh we went in for truffle oil (yeah I know) triple crème cheese, the fattiest pork bits. […]
June 6
[Political Exercise] When I was three I would argue with my dad Any number is bigger than any number childish tautology there isn’t anything that insistence can’t make so just ignore all fiddling any acrid smells, you know they boo you when they love you
OPTIONAL POETRY 