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Where My My Inside..

How small you are

beside the moon

you and I walking
through the earth 

A movie
two

young snow
naked
under
dark

The Horn

I want a happy ending with skeletons

with the real green jokes

with the brightness that invades the purple

the invisible carousel in the busy marketplace 

the essay fresh and bobbing in a pool 

a song that grew out of a glancing shoelace

thoughts from the unconscious

story I will tell you about

the texture of an address

the glad world canvas

the instant bird eternal

the moon in the corner of the universe

the distinct smile 

the volcanoes of corn

things fitted into voices 

as passengers close in

and sound their horns

Dependency

I will be a layer of dust
when you are that thing
that sounds the alarm
I will return to you
like light evening
a shadow in 

a way that can

be beheld

fill it with tears
with the reality 
of language
from the speaker

who is now speaking

and the lady

who is now

wiping the floor

with his words.

My Defects My Virtues

The singular love
leaves from my torso
like free air
who is the director
who lives the fantasy
who turns the mill
that grounds us all 

into flower beds
I am sad it is true
but my feet do not end
in sacrifice unless
you want me
to respond to
your name.

Love,

the marvel
of your eyes leaves me without
a memory 

Of a mind
that breezes 

that comes off of waves

That is the way
The green eyes know you 

The Poet Apocalypse

"I am sick all these goddamn poets
lurking around here at all
hours of the night!"
Sam said.  And he slammed
the front door. Lillian
was in the kitchen
shutting the windows and
closing the blinds
"They're even trying to get
in this way!" she cried.
"Quick go around the house
and make sure the place
is locked down good and tight."
"The cellar!" Sam cried.
He ran down the cellar stairs.
The hatchway was bolted.
A few hours passed
and everything became
silent and calm.
"Sam?" Lillian said.
"What do we do now?"
"I don’t know Lillian.
God knows I don’t."
Sam said and lit
his last cigarette.