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January 13, 2017
Porcelain

10:45 AM

My dread sends tender tendrils east.
The thread frays.

A galaxy shatters on the kitchen floor.
Its pieces form a comet tail.

Lo siento. No lo siento.

The best writing is confessional writing.
The best writing is repurposed truth.

A bed eats spiders. (Or is it a bird?
Red roses for passion. White for madness.

¿Why does no one believe me

I dig through the debris.
I find the box that holds my aches.

It's black on the inside,
And on the ouside yellow, for love.

I bury the box.

January 3, 2017
FYI

11:28 PM

A quantum leap is very small,
A change that is not large at all,
A modicum, a measure which
Teaches the pedant not to teach.

December 21, 2016
Scatterplot

9:06 PM

When I am struck by feather'd fancifuls—
These finely-wrought, these fleeting, fearful things—
I reach for interstitial catalogues:
A compound name, its scansion in the wings;
A blunt dissection of a line that fails
(A lyric documentary of thought
That lies before me, nude and ill at ease,
The floor bedecked with its pearlescent scales;
Hart Crane's "The Bridge"; ou les orfèvreries
Of subway passengers in silver crystallized;
A warning from the ether, roundabout;
A dense, impastoed vanitas, disguised:
A watch, a ring, a wallet, a French knife;
And the impending Second Coming of the wife.

November 30, 2016
what do you check yours with?

10:51 PM
To Gregory Khmelnitsky

with a dipstick
with a wave of the hand
slowly or cautiously ambling

with no preparation
with no carefully collected thoughts
slowly introducing distortion
until the image breaks

are you gambling with signs?
are you improving your moan?
with a brown noise test tone

without luck out with pain
stuck in the carfool lane
who made you this way?
what mad you to speak?

are you hi? are thee my?
mine are whom. hear is when.
copy stick put by bag

turn the knife town to go
write two kernels no think
cook the chicken then choke it
you can can't drink to take

but a water horse wrist
with a make you him watch
yaw ice closet

found poem VII

6:48 PM
To Rod Moody-Corbett

"Good morning," he said to no one in particular.

"Come on, get it started," she said to no one in particular.

"I don't know what else to do," he said to no one in particular.

"The holiday PR pitches come earlier every year, huh," she said to no one in particular.

"They are always working. Don't they ever rest and go to bed?" he said to no one in particular.

"Ah wasted my six dollars today," she said to no one in particular.

"What an audience," he said to no one in particular.

"The world is changing blood," she said to no one in particular.

"We-ell," he said to no one in particular.

"I can't find you," she said to no one in particular.

"I seem to remember that I once had much more authority than I seem to have these days," he said to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said to no one in particular.

"I went for a ride today," he said to no one in particular.

"Damn it," she said to no one in particular.

"They don't taste the same in cans, as they do from the bottle, but it beats water any day," he said to no one in particular.

"The funeral notices are up," she said to no one in particular.

"Startin' to rain," he said to no one in particular.

"Well, that's all right then," she said to no one in particular.

"Any chance I can get a seat?" he said to no one in particular.

"I'm going to bed," she said to no one in particular.

"Come on," he said to no one in particular.

"I might be getting a horse of my own," she said to no one in particular.

"Don't tell Becky," he said to no one in particular.

"Fish sticks for supper?" she said to no one in particular.

"Agh!" he said to no one in particular.

"Was it wrong for me to want this?" she said to no one in particular.

"What the hell is going on?" he said to no one in particular.

"Once, I was a little girl," she said to no one in particular.

"I could jump right out of this place," he said to no one in particular.

"Wait," she said to no one in particular.

November 23, 2016
ends and odds

10:31 PM

a solitary golden hair
grows from my beard

I pluck it out with orange
thin-nosed pliers


soon I shall be shorn
(a drought of you now fills me

as I wait  what is a seven
letter word for "creature


undergoing change
(or five  it's all the same

the straightedge of secernèd thought
what has no teeth  no nipples


and lays eggs  (best not to know

November 21, 2016
Двое шли спать

11:02 PM

This is my translation of "Two Went to Sleep" by Leonard Cohen (listen to him read the English version here).

Двое шли спать
чуть не каждую ночь
А снился грунт
Б — азиаты
визит цеппелину
визит Нижинскому
Двое шли спать
А снилось ребро
Б снился властитель
Двое шли спать
два спутника
Длинный марьяж
в темноте
Сон старцем был
и спутники стары
А снился апельсин
Б — финикийцы
Дру́ги и спят
годами в паре
Спи дорогая
как сны нам помахали
А ходил просто
Б через воду
визиты в шатранг и
визиты в будку
век возвращаться
день переждав там
А носил спички
Б залез в улей
А продал наушник
Б убил немца
Двое шли спать
каждый сон пошёл вместе
кру́гом блуждая
от той операционной
А — о траве
Б снились спицы
А спорил красиво
Б — снеговик он
А счёл колёса
Б вкусил рашкуль
А был ребёнок
Б был предатель
визит тяжкому промыслу
визит в дом семействия
Двое шли спать
никто не знал
А шёл с лукошком
Б схватил гроссбух
А ночью счастлив
Б ночью в ужас
Страсть их не свяжет
Страх ещё меньше
они шли несвязно
не зная куда им
век возвращаться
день переждав там
лобзая уходят
зевая уходят
Смерть посещая
поколь надоест ей
Смерть посещая
поколь маска подходит.

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