from a word meaning wanderingis your god still hungry?More Like This
i'm convinced this is all a scary movie,
and the tagline reads 'what kind of prophets
pound at your door?'
portrait of mussolini as a mooseI believe you into oblivion.More Like This
No more bodies from this point forward, that includes oceans.
Mostly, we write what we want to know.
Repeat after me: Resistance is fertile.
Barrel on like a prophecy
aching to be fulfilled.
dear endowander, this one's not for you.
no Will my dead dog recognize my smell, no report.
it's an obsolete measurement like the Irish mile
or the cord-foot or the catholic angel,
through which we calculate our tendency to disappear
by weighing it against their near-infinite lifespan.
Sometimes when I dream
it's a vase falling from the window.
Sometimes just the power outage
sprinkling across a city;
a raging sky recalling its light for safety issues.
From now on
clothes are not removed,
they are emptied.
Standby is to be used in lieu of meanwhile;
yonder instead of beyond.
Tonight, it's been only an early summer.
It's been all pages of prepositions.
It's been angels and angels since I've seen you.
propane and propane paraphernaliaEventually all trembling comes to the building. I guess mostlyMore Like This
the risen are given away by noise. My bad for the unfinished rooms,
for my shifting definitions of being left, for crashing those voicemails
onto your phone. But I think of the finale when it feels like fall,
when the pacific iris I planted after you rattles through the night.
And I guess that's the way it goes; look for a lifeboat in the floating debris,
see a face inside this ocean of randomized metadata,
hear angels through an abyss full of static. It's like when they sat me down
and I thought of nothing but the sun shattering across your lakes,
begged her not to go, found out that water holds no memory.
Is that what we do, Dean Young, tread and make noise and promise to remember
the way rivers don't? I'm not sure how much longer we have
but reaching into the accident and pulling out a planet,
looking for religions to the edge of the internet,
reading forum debates on the dimensions of the ark photographed
on a mountain
angelus oaksYou o.k.? the t.v. asks, I mean technically the bridge was collapsing for years then it suddenly pulls this magic shit and disappears into the river And so this is how we become absolved how in broadcast terms we stand devastated sleep angry are moved swiftly how o.k. means destined to vanish that our program is a ship to swallow oceans and upon itself wreck and reset so are you o.k you fucking magician you gone and quiver you denial research are you there are you surviving do you see this awful mess?More Like This
LethePersephone, you’dMore Like This
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
Judas, the college yearsThe first year our apples failed,More Like This
I found rabbits in the yard.
Layer by layer drought brushed the lake away
and a town was re-discovered.
In those first months
fireplaces reached through the water
and reporters drenched it all.
Then everything, the sun and the lake, the bricks and the cameras,