imagine you are the last thing / to draw breath in a lodge once peopled with laughter.

Isn’t it beautiful, how the world lives and heaves?

Here’s a synthetic proposition: not everyone who is married is in love.

In the street where I walked with my parents before I became myself, I see her porous figure clearly.

secretary licking NDA / NDA licking whispers / whispers licking moustache

i’ve walked backwards nightly through these walls.

how many poems can you give a heart before it takes?

My head, a barbed-wire bed. My head, a minefield ballet.

you got ask fish if they know what is wet?

When I say I cannot love you it is not an invitation.

tonight i will sleep with everything i have.

Clones are acceptable to me if they r friendly and courteous

do not care if you are here with lungs or without. we are beyond such heavy things now.

What once lay dormant was a hunger for deodorant, masking the musk of boys sinning into men.

At least possibility then was a numerical function, neither mythic nor utilitarian.

We are stronger than our fathers. We are strongest when we fail them.