snail trail by moonlight
tracing the calligraphy
of present pleasure
August 2014
shepherd's purse
I shake myself free
of the roots
frostlight . . .
a spider web full of
dark matter
democreatures vox populating general erections
a cosmos bloom
hawking by darkness
singularity
in the orchard
budding with green force
branch dew
breath-strapped pages
stuttering a placebo
of words
earth altar . . .
dawn lights incense
to idols
newly-weds
conjugating
verbs
mirror lake . . .
an insomniac moons
the moon
with the owl
words set darkness
echoing
night call . . .
the voice that names
its self
a poetry
of inner darkness
miming stars
before light
the all in all
of dewfall
aftermath . . .
a raindrop adds weight
to the blossom
thinking
with thin skin
thinksin
the before
and soon after
of this
shell shocked coast —
we decipher wormtraces
by failing light
night sea
a notebook of debris
floats away
barren sky —
did I ever
forgive?
eyeless in Gaza
all gone, all ever loved
at one fell swoop
a blur . . .
how tell the wings
from the bird?
mangrove roots —
the ins and outs
of despair
winter rain —
familiar spirits
haunt my words
winter moon
out in the desolation
a wind picks up
frozen there
in the grave's slot
my waste of words
I breathe
my emptiness
into winter
winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface
after sleep
the jigsaw pieces
fit again
evening walk —
my particle horizon
presses the void
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