Saturday, August 05, 2017

Nowhere We'll Also Never Be


With our wounded mouths
Slightly chlorinated nevertheless
We make noise till we’ve had enough

O listen!

Vast syllabic nebula galactic nervous system
Trembling and aflame the unexplained
Region of language

Listen we say we matter
Goddammit

Here we writhe
Like mute slugs beneath a stultifying blaze
Sun stunned and desperate for a bit of shade

Here we float on a little boat
Waiting for sound and sensibility
So we can throw the zebras overboard
And toss the zoo keeper too

Here we sleep without dreams
Silent in the outer reaches of the universe

Who cares how we got our cosmic eardrums
Leaving God nothing but his bones 


Friday, August 04, 2017

I'd Only Say to You


It’s not rare
Lost in a mother’s billowing linen
To drowse off dressed in dreams
Tracing a name in night’s thin voice
The ice knives of dawn
Waking and melting
When they touch bone