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some poems from available collections:
[cripplings ]
touch is a sign of weakness. my father opens his mouth after speaking. meanwhile, miracle, it occurs to me in separate car accidents that bringing me to my son in god is less an undertaking than that of arming the man who transports a stopwatch to a cemetery. do we live the lives of those experimenting? beauty is not alone. suppose it knows.
~
[notes for stimuli]
I start my sentences like this:
the thing is.
thing is my son like yours is dying. thing is
I was told by god to be a man.
I love you all.
I love but start a fight with someone I’ve never met over what a *******
poverty
no one talks to not in years.
one must apple boldly in a cornfield of rust.
baby clotheshorse eats baby litmus.
taste keeps my tongue in the dark.
~
[fasting vision]
to punish my brother for no reason I told him I could see his stomach’s shadow but because my visions never work I vomited what my sister ate
~
[sylvan vision]
nudes from the circus of harm grab the evolved handle of my father’s apocalypse and though I call it easy what I’ve gone on the doll **** I can’t help but bride up a storm giving oral to a corncob from fixation’s honeymoon
~
[daughteresque]
what would she ask sadness
that old blindfold from the future
how did you get old, how
did my father eat and eat at the same
time
perhaps you’ve seen it the mask that took
my face
~
[forty]
because I wanted the poem to feel as rare as my father’s anger, and because
a pigeon is what it eats, and because
mad with bread the oven my brother buried took a snapshot of our dog bigfoot sleeping in hell, and because
my son is not a pattern his body can resume: the alien was impressed