On hiatus while at ceremony. Be back in July.
Peace

In a Dream Where Busby Berkley Plays God

excited by the prospect
of theatric glory
your mother, it is said
to be dressed as a lady bug
this is the big dance
number shot from above
turns a kaleidoscopic view
flounces this deus ex mechina
ready for my close up
one on one i can retell like
catholics believe god listens
even in the air conditioning
so the sun worship stays oral
so no one misquotes their scriptures

Transmission from the Mothership

all the lights out
the trick is losing and
being ready to lose
without cure for what eats
myself from the outside
it’s this continual feast
i wait for you to start
in perfect patience
it’s all a concert
we clamor to hear
what we think we’ve heard
is all just extempore
since the safest person to steal
from is yourself anyway

Shop Talk

pick you metaphors
this is popular mechanics
in the time of european dramaturgy
all calisthenics aside
just learn something by progression
to interpret away instincts
through a season of bears
i could be a juggler
thick in italian gestures
we drink ancient ensembles
together with our rhyme
& reason the causes of balance
it is the setting of a mob movie
& i provide the dialogue

Proof

in real life
some eastern european dictator
practicing my salute
to the fictive parade
this could be frailty
that subtext of motivation
rather strings of corsets
spelling conversation flaws
to rid the future of holes
trip down spaciously further
how many days has it been?
if i’d kept different company
my weekends could be imaginary
in the attic-borne archives

The Way Out

what to let you know
it’s in the trunk
for another ten years
you become you
only hungrier
by the pace of landing
knives where they lay
salt my love
artless to suit your day labors
the earth stands like the earth
only not personified
in marketplace trade
my ink covers the back
armor for the next company