>”Don’t make this about youAnd your ‘Cartoons.’ Your inabilityTo function on human planesIs what renders us untenable.” X. “No, no, no, I see all the…

>the definite bisection is imaginedand there are no poppies, signifyingnothing. indifferent men hushthen drain over obscured mouths in this placeno decision flesh tensing, as urgent…

>As the physicality of night/dayslips further away, a little nowa little more tomorrow, the air its promise hungrily eatsknowing there are other waysonly to put…

>When poets don’t have a thing to sayIn the way of segue or endingThey talk to trees: Oak, Pine, Poplar, Spruce Doesn’t matter what they meant…

>There was something I meant to sayAbout how my sexuality is like your sexualityAbout the rusty, blood-warm nails pounded throughmy sexuality, your sexuality But I…

>Clam his fat purple questionIn the bag rainbow cereal flowers staleRecently shaved and though he carriesA new bathroom mat, folded and tagged  I doubt He shaves in the…

>Why mention bulbous crociquadrisected from their fleeting escape?In contrast they bob yet dragon the Swiss-White serrated decline.( questions push sight backbut premature answers hurl usfrom the perchtrained from this…

>the sea walks inan adjacent room from the Southwest cornerto the couch from the Southwest corner tothe couch, patient crashing patterned like a Sufi tapestryfunerary…

>you want to focus all thisinto one spot, all the lightcascades then pinpoint hotthrough pressure and worriesabout breath and good pullingout good hair and good sittingon…