identity
June 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
when my wife says
what about me I tell her
they’re about nobody
flys (sic)
June 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
the flies born in
the rain listen to my
troubles in the shed
the far right is the far left
June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
my son says I’m not playing I’m having fun
ED BENNETT ant ant ant ant ant four
June 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
EVE TRIP
lady carrying
dish looking for spot to put
little shine on things
fingers tucking in
edges each window open
all across the land
adjusting the hang
of the camisole wild beast
lurking in darkness
watching two women
in silk pantaloons copy
the veins of a leaf
crowds in black roaming
the hills to spoon smoke rising
out the volcano
a tough man takes seat
in corner with his eye out
for success at last
relating story
of the fish accurately
opens wooden door
amidst the living
dead bamboo stands old master
dangling from the wall
coverlet of white
butterflies carved in niches
on the rock mountain
red flower growing
from a cloud into pale blue
shining projectile
CHRIS GORDON Masks No. One
June 22, 2014 § Leave a comment
Lack of distinguishing features our new term for missionary zeal
Enough heat to possess a scent in the sweepings a blue stone
The nothing to say places they loom above the weeds
At some point in our conversation you took off your shoes
Spiders settling in where my habits wear away the edges
The wet spot on your pants has dried a school bus underground
Set on fire the brief history of prosthesis it smells of iris
Fastened by a tangle a strand of hair cuts into the apple peel
Some days we hide in the vowels the sprinkler leaves a few weeds
CRAG HILL ant ant ant ant ant four
June 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
the rose of occasion
you choose to vomit
information is being
an entirely different worm surfaces
short of breath, tall of dark
waiting for the ground war
beauty is not the point
most of beauty is icebergs
the topic crowds with horror
late patterns of thought
media pretends
ROBERT CREELEY ant ant ant ant ant one
June 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
FOR
Forget it,
man. It’s
over.
WHO KNOWS
Reading requests
for work’s
like working?
WHO
Underneath
there’s
more.