.
something
about
a barn
in a sense
we’re all
incarnate
.
with
a second left
on the timer
January
misspells
itself.
.
feathers
but not
enough
to reassure me
of your
innocence
.
.
.
something
about
a barn
in a sense
we’re all
incarnate
.
with
a second left
on the timer
January
misspells
itself.
.
feathers
but not
enough
to reassure me
of your
innocence
.
.
.
purple haze
he answers my fire
with smoke
.
.
.
what do you mean, you can’t read my handwriting? oh, fine then.
.
black ice
the splinter tries
to work its way out
.
.
1
poetry
if it weren’t
for the words
.
2
the poetry
expedition
discovers
a spare sky
for unused stars
.
3
an iceberg
engraved
with your parting speech
I’ve had it
with poetry
.
4
poetry–
my casual attitude
toward shipwrecks
.
5
a single
error
in the code
the end of
poetry
.
6
poetry
mapping my mind
with buckshot
.
7
a clinical tool
to determine
the extent
of my enlightenment
poetry
.
8
poetry
the sounds
from the empty
torture
chamber
.
9
poetry
after going
to all that trouble
I forget to destroy
the world
.
.
.
forty
days and nights
of rain
the stereoscope
leaks
dimensions
.
tidepool
a dissected
starfish
the color
of my inner
eye
.
appointed
to a cabinet
position
I bet everything
on a passing
cloud
.
.
.
I check my email again
four light years
from the nearest star
,
Deneb my lost century
.
starlight
the unidentified
weapon
.