Poetry is a dog's work,
writing is a phase to lose.

There is no food in principles,
the principle is in the food.

To forge without craftiness,
an utter waste of labor.

History is a fool,
vanity is now.

*There is no recollection.

The word spoken in silence
already is.

for the white matter slipping between
us
       sorting itself
to make another way back.

Tell me
       some oratorical satire.

I want to believe you
then laugh at you.

I imagine death is a beginning
     OR anonymity a release

Food and ***
             is all we ever really talk about
money is
                 a quiet thing.

The roaches hide behind the closet.
Cleaning their home
                                 dirties ours even more.

We won't miss these secrets.

Next to you
sunlight echoes
its last breath
forfeiting to touch
our fingers.
What comes next

is not lost.
This fantasy
between us
sits outside
your hardwood door
on my granite floor

lying in the rummage
of papers and voices.
The high notes
and low tides
of our time ran out
like your balding

heart. Maybe
my children will have
mental imbalances as well
I can feel it
trickling in like wearing
black stockings

and padded shackles.
Theres no simpler way
to throw caution
against the wall
and strangle it
to escape the fantasy.

in your womb
the silent
indistinct chatter
and a slow pounding

there are no choices        here        it's
a stifling
pool of ****, saliva, and sweat, dying
to come out

my hands are tied
like my neck
growing while you feed
me. more and more tightly it grows.

now, the air is gone
and the water is fine
the blood red moon
is a clear blue sky

i can hold my breath
and breathe
under water
outside the tomb

Einstein stares at me
I see the blood wars and the blood feuds

The dripping white gold
catches into a tube

Lights are burning beyond December

                                                Beyond December

               I wait behind your curtain
               I wonder at the dark
               I make my cause
               I go the course

                        Tonight has made
                                                  a thousand lights
                                                                         flicker     in my mouth     catching
                                                        each drop
                              
                                                                        of scented hearths

                                                                        Burning ...
                                                                                            burning ...
                                                                                                                               into embers ....