Poetry
Three
Slacker Sonnet
Having our engine talks on the beach
Ellery’s towel— Moravian devotional card sideholes
increasing darkness shows the holiness
I always got a friend on the inside to open the exit door
chasing the Ice Queen down the shore
building bird’s nest
that’s the music of my people
Lydia says the key of D is like the D in God
we should buy a metal firecracker save on parking
when you only got one microphone you gotta walk close together
you’re onto something when people start to lie about being in the film
it’s not about wanting just anything, but everything
you all seem to love going around inventing special occasions
Sandy Cookie falls on my face
Birthday Candle
Ibn Ezra says the moon is festivity
the revealing of secrets
rules over peaches
just wanna listen to Kai’s Peaches
Let the clink of ice cubes announce me
this new polaroid getting too close like Kawase
I’m offering grapes off the stem
rockin’ that Rainer Werner Fassbinder airport style
on the tarmac
one titty out
it’s really the Keanuaissance
been reading medieval poems monks horseback archery
being crowned Coolest For The Day
passing out by the river
my paraklausithyron days are over, but
meats frying another street heightens
Ibn Labban says best time for an enema is when
the moon is in libra or scorpio applying to benefics
increasing in light
Drew’s sweet sixteen motorcycle ride with Keanu
Celebrities haven’t talked like that in decades
ordered that new perfume with the controversal reputation
it’s defenders say it’s sophisticated
an unruly ripe
Coliseum
The whole sky reflected on windshields
want the world to turn on like that
attention toward quiet arrows
halo in the hand easing itself into the tub
there again in the shots of the dog navigating the forest
I love that the bird sounds are the wrong coast
realer somehow
Yo La Tengo is actually so good here
Toward the story, but not necessarily into it
penultimate shot of Ossos
by doorways watching
the most hated in the family
dolphin eye of mine
a coliseum is a circle
this is my big day out
calendars from 1993 can be reused in 2021
war time drag queen chant:
“debes dejar las tripas en el suelo”
a coliseum is a circle
Edgar says underworld descents are always about necessity
a birth chart is a circle
writing this on Gena Rowland’s 91st
a nun tells me prayer isn’t something she does
it’s something she makes herself available to
she tackles the problems of the world from
a hidden place
in candle magic class we learn that to make circles is
to claim a slice of reality like a land deed
that star that never touches the earth
hovers
a coliseum is a circle