Joseph M. Gerace

>Please keep close, the best part’s almost here ( Anatomy of a tear, fearful & round blossoms from, replant redolent dead sordid bunch watches weather & peels hopeless basketweaver emerges berryless handfuls of sweat unpaved, though traversed brand skin in one motion stripped back reveals crosshatched patterns of sweet. Tear fearful from weather unpaved sweet ) soon…

>my biggest fear; my big fears; i fear many big things: look at this wall, you are my love and for me_____________ you must follow my eyes;_____________ and then i will judge you: my grand & elaborate career, you are my love_______________________ and for me_______________________ you must be free;my fear biggest my fear biggest my…

>“Monday. Delectatio morosa. I spend my doleful days in dumps and dolors.” – Lolita, HH, VN: Page 43 “The dream has gone but the baby is real / Oh, you did a good thing” – This Night Has Opened My Eyes, SPM Untitled 11152009, 9:08 p.m. The haze flattens out as the bus pulls awayAhead,…

>For the sake of taut ropeYour true voice strandedSwaying island of chords Tears one-by-oneTime darting through ageTrembling uncertain eye.

>“Every generation has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.” – Mary McCarthy, 1953 “Don’t push too hard.” – Family Motto, 1945-2010 I’m just as callous for factsas the next cough, itch or cancerthe pillow all hardness, air ofunlit matches, spread over evenlywith a clearjam; Continuing on hungry when conventionalwisdom so damnably at-the-ready:“Touch this…

>Isolation’s axisTumbling past proportion& barrels hiddenConsequential mast lookToward the moving end; extremeIsolation’s axisIn distraction & obviousBack to gravityAt gravity’s backThe system’s not dizzyJust preening and fatIsolation’s axisAny sky redBut the proper bevelTakes lifetimes of practiceYou cannot affordNot today & not with loveOr patience; no secretIsolation’s Axis

> Introduction A – On What He Will Say, For The Kid Take care & grind downscraping into the semi-solid baseright there before the adorationnothing more than no-actualizationoffering pure potential & whatcan be done with these now? downwind the seed coat will breakinharmonious, awkward shuffling feetfree of metaphor you ask the same questionsof someone new,…

>the initials carved into the treeout front of grandma’s house an incantation, provingnothing of magic in this world soil better for the seedsbucolic burials left to feed lies uproot, the defying tree still standsthe letters will not dissolve with rot what erases or creeps upon, mires what one once knewnone shall know, but there is…

>still without the white windbut aching, then a coughno, the sky palms its cool raintoward the eastern shore’s aching eyesprone, though immune to the festering sunfluid-filled lungs      &your scream across the outerbridgenever not but a bell unrung so insidethough abandoned missinghalf, thought not betrayed or flayed flatand catching that which fills meone can do so…

> given that it is morning certain chores must get done forget the teeth the spare skin littering the livingroom’s floor first you must jump the puddledull sing alive the lights and have a look at yourself deeply brightly dark with adjectives the mirror is well unlock the door kindly beg each deer escape and…