Tag: poetry

for Michael Palmer I’m afraid to go to sleep. That’s nothing new but it bears repeating. There was a pandemic last night they were crowding the middle school dance floor unseen aliens playing the fool. It was impossible to find anything other than my brother in the grocery. We needed water but ran out of […]

there was a face on the mountainthough, a lot less terrifying in daylight my fingers are so slowi never smoked this many times beforeeveryone is a slug when you think about iti mean, you as a person are not naturalwe love a court jesteri just don’t know which one of us it is what dress […]

I’m a real banana slut.here in my dirt pit on the lawnI’ve entered a slug-human stateand I crave the juice of tomatoes. what if Oprah brought a bow and arrow into the studio and started firing volleys into the audiencecause she wanted so badly to replicate the screams she caused when she gave everyone a Pontiac G6?  […]

A uhhhrruuhh! of sound. Uhhrruhh! A blur in action, action of this that, refrain from this that, explode with this that, subscribe to this that, pretend at this that, rod of lightning seeking talking up to out of or from red orange brown bright yellow green, goes with this that. Delicious rails and heat sweat […]