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
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.
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 […]
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
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
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
[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
an abrupt loss of velocity and what is the weather and where is today the durable patterned fabric of seat 27c repeats like a mantra here is here is here inevitably a portable construct and soft cool rain
this month sheds days like scales and another thing breaks under cornflower skies another method of conveyence the express bus the phonecall kept dropping and here I read another poem about furniture coincidence but the eye lingers how to assemble a self repair or spring for something newer
that inexorable pull the waterfall splitting into a hundred separate streams rivers in the air full coursing but bankless even in fear there is boundlessness here mist and rain caught in indeterminate webs and spiders dead center if there is mystery we carried it in water runs to the lowest point
OPTIONAL POETRY 