Get up
into light, monotony.
Careless ambition attributes
Summer winds outside the skin,
aimless…

Where into a coma
she just jumps
Graceful. Sarcasm was
Always. A favorite
niche growing…

A song is stuck
on a head
Where hair
Follicles toward
the ground flow…

In bunches incantations
Spend their time
on blood sport
Playing with it
Until it clots over…

Under certain circumference
edges are unsure
To the point
of a point
exactly…

Some splat
some smear
some swell
some
Adhere…

A back
Is a carrier of weights
not waited for,
Or brought to a
Close…

Any body
can breathe
But what wears the wreath
of unending sadness
When you know…

The swells
Come as far as Hell
in an order
By the man
To be still…

Still hard to look
into eyes
that belong
And move around inside you
like flies…

Among holy computers
harps harmonize obsolete
Chants. Maybe a chance
That there could be another you
where people line up to…

The lottery of love
scratches you
With a quarter or a penny
no matter the metal, the friction
reveals a winner…

Won’t you brand this
here on your boiling *****
where the fur will make a shape
nonchalant like a flowing cape
In my wind of breath…

I barter for every beat
of blood again. Bankrupt
Of contagious happiness
Thank God for alcohol
beautiful nonsense and the rain…

Every poem that comes
breaks. A line that didn’t
Have any part of you
Trailed off and in a way
became you…

These letters don’t spell
your name or you. Better
to number your passions,
remember the probability
Of you...