Untitled 07182013, second draft

I don’t give a shit
About the jungle
Or your long trek
To profitable madness
As I sound out that place’s strange name
Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green
Impossible to itch
An incantation
The machete blade
Turns to coin.

Reminding my shrink of this story
He hands over a live freshwater trout
I really can’t compete.


23 People Who Will Make You Care About Poetry in 2013

as long as someone’s talking about poetry, great. give them capes; see if i care.


I don’t know if it’s
teeming or About to
BURST or what?
But I can feel the
great leaden weight
of my stomach—
what have I done
to myself—my reward
undoing. Sweat sweetly sliding
through the hair on my