the world is full of suffering
the trick is to make ours sound the worst

freedom of religion
is freedom to exist
beneath a gentle pat on the head
from your different-minded neighbor
whom you also love
by patting on the head

never made
but born

in the beginning
a stone for moving

flat earth dust
to some eye

no matter
other wise
men were same

as deathless space
not empty
not full

but inside
to some eye

never made
but born

sunspot love
immersed in dream

I remember
now past now


the waking container
split open


when I have eyes
I swim

Hypocrisy stinks
like half-rotten fruit.
A hand for the seconds:
a pie in the oven.

sail seed
own her ship
known her less ease
land is power
water free

to float own
a piece of four
mer direction

straight back
in vented anger
there is always
a weak vacation
an out

is the moment
the drunken power
of a year

we take
we wait to be found out

man grove

focus gone never was
water thoughts wet not soak
relative is not intensity

anxious pull of magnetic fields
feel the nerves
like hands on the grey

your patterns return slowly
in the meantime: fear
creation and fear

rhyme returns
and reason dissolves
you have the list

sound holds you in
as vision, floating
tempts you with unconsciousness

it goes in
takes up residence
before you mean anything by it


better than vision ever could
it protects you
keeps you here

adherence is consciousness
sticky you wait
for calm

the nervous run
from sedation
from loss

you seek the familiar
at any cost
the organic still

old and new
you want only to stay

your new

selfish old

the readers
they watched

their eyes
were always yours
to close and open

I liked your clothes until I saw you naked
in front of your closet you were small and
feeble and I kept thinking how could you
ever wear all of those and still be naked?

I remember the first time I opened your
passenger door and you said to me what
do you think of my car you’re an attractive
lessee for sure but it wasn’t really yours.

I stole the money from under your mattress
before I left last night it’s here with me in
my hands like unrolled wedding rings I
wonder if you know about hermit crabs.

I loved the time when you hadn’t shaved
and you smelled like pee and you fucked
me you were so drunk unashamed there
was no agreement then only agreement.

I smelled you before I left and it was soap
it wasn’t you so I took your money and
bought a bus ticket to where lungs own
the smoke before they breathe it out.