colorado
i.
the closer &
closer i
get to denver
the more &
more i
wish i had bought you breakfast this morning
ii.
hot ash stings the
eyes as
the sun reflecting off
brown grass near yuma
where the spine
of some america no
longer shades my
back
iii.
driving past dairy
farms on i 76
my mind
lactates you
wonder what i mean
without me ever saying
a word
iv.
there is nothing
more empty than
your bones
eastern colorado
knowing past glaciers
who have kissed
your fathers neck
leaving him feeling
much nearer
to heaven
v.
i wanted to say
something
about the stars
and the city how
i wasn/t sure which
one i was above
or below
knowing neither were
holy plains
of existence &
god has been absent
from this rocky
purgatory
for some time
29 September 2008
25 September 2008
24 September 2008
a dead brown tooth
you wake up earlier than normal
again & a
gain is met but she is
still there
albeit a test or ex—
cuse for moral molars
in size
but not of stain quality
i break things such as
my face
in fascist ways locating
hemispheres or cracks in
the crust calling them
fault lines
thought no fault of mine
taking blurry paintings
& always
forgetting stories
of why im less beautiful
than i should seem
you wake up earlier than normal
again & a
gain is met but she is
still there
albeit a test or ex—
cuse for moral molars
in size
but not of stain quality
i break things such as
my face
in fascist ways locating
hemispheres or cracks in
the crust calling them
fault lines
thought no fault of mine
taking blurry paintings
& always
forgetting stories
of why im less beautiful
than i should seem
23 September 2008
sticking to the plan - standing up
in five parts
i.
the deafness of god is
not underestimated
to be
by even the most atheistic
apostles &
though debt is a virtue
hanging by log
pined into our wet brains
the sounds one makes
when prayer is one
possible answer
or hitting coolly laid
pavement another-
never sums up
the callous silence
of an accident
ii.
to be a giant
of tracks
and/or one rumble
of steal
reminds a bend
or tunnel
who is truly coming
by
iii.
standing up for one
hour
and then resting for another
before standing up once more
iv.
you don/t know'
he reminds and re-
mind isn/t what it used
to be
though names were never
necessary
all un-
der the breath
gnostic and believable
for when darkness is
a lovely
man
v.
on rocks made of skulls
you or i
sit with our fist
tight against our chins
waiting for
sheepskin to soak
up what is not there
or never was
some firmament
of voice/s
leering at us with
their omniscient
bald beards
only waiting for
in five parts
i.
the deafness of god is
not underestimated
to be
by even the most atheistic
apostles &
though debt is a virtue
hanging by log
pined into our wet brains
the sounds one makes
when prayer is one
possible answer
or hitting coolly laid
pavement another-
never sums up
the callous silence
of an accident
ii.
to be a giant
of tracks
and/or one rumble
of steal
reminds a bend
or tunnel
who is truly coming
by
iii.
standing up for one
hour
and then resting for another
before standing up once more
iv.
you don/t know'
he reminds and re-
mind isn/t what it used
to be
though names were never
necessary
all un-
der the breath
gnostic and believable
for when darkness is
a lovely
man
v.
on rocks made of skulls
you or i
sit with our fist
tight against our chins
waiting for
sheepskin to soak
up what is not there
or never was
some firmament
of voice/s
leering at us with
their omniscient
bald beards
only waiting for
22 September 2008
21 September 2008
speaking from
an unknown place
deep in the woods
although there were no
trees within
the sound
falling by the darkness
forgetting to remark willow
or talking fire
i smell of lake
though you call me sun god
knowing once there were
fathers big enough
to be men
deafness is questionable
always
as are the hands that draw
dirt from small stones
shaped like teeth
i juggle the morning
cast smoky spells
throwing glass
that doesnt shatter
and you remember
to cocoon
bending into memory
an unknown place
deep in the woods
although there were no
trees within
the sound
falling by the darkness
forgetting to remark willow
or talking fire
i smell of lake
though you call me sun god
knowing once there were
fathers big enough
to be men
deafness is questionable
always
as are the hands that draw
dirt from small stones
shaped like teeth
i juggle the morning
cast smoky spells
throwing glass
that doesnt shatter
and you remember
to cocoon
bending into memory
19 September 2008
18 September 2008
dialect
they aren’t sure
where it is they came from
some say
i am or—
once was from iron
made of cold metal by hot stone
deep in the core
of spangled dirt
possibly earth
but they only get stares
as it is no answer
say maybe im from naples
but not nearly ohio
and it all comes tumbling down
knowing nothing of
stars or where they are burning
though finding something of
purpose between the borders
of rhode island and other
actual islands who become
extra-terrestrial states
when someone noticed
there is still land under—
water
they aren’t sure
where it is they came from
some say
i am or—
once was from iron
made of cold metal by hot stone
deep in the core
of spangled dirt
possibly earth
but they only get stares
as it is no answer
say maybe im from naples
but not nearly ohio
and it all comes tumbling down
knowing nothing of
stars or where they are burning
though finding something of
purpose between the borders
of rhode island and other
actual islands who become
extra-terrestrial states
when someone noticed
there is still land under—
water
17 September 2008
05 September 2008
so i got a call about nebraska matters job-
apparently they got more money than they anticipated or something and they are going to get other people to do the work i was going to do? or something like that. this guy keith told me that i would be recommended for other work or something. i think he is probably full of shit.
apparently they got more money than they anticipated or something and they are going to get other people to do the work i was going to do? or something like that. this guy keith told me that i would be recommended for other work or something. i think he is probably full of shit.
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