Densities 263

what have I stolen from myself?
here is another one
who won't admit to the theft
we build ourselves in tiers
all of them say I
and exclude the rest
I am on top and starting to wobble
one hand in my pocket
one close to my vest

Densities 262

what is the color of absence?
I have lived so little I am beginning
to think life is just a rumor
you have heard it said
over and over
one liners pointing the finger
as the doors close
absence is the abstinence
of our experience
absence is non-sense
it was here first
and it lasts

Densities 260

the darker it gets the brighter we shine
remember the silence
when everything non~human speaks
at the same time
unhappy tractable showing my belly never
I am ready for nothing
I don't care about any of that downsized beggary
crap bullshit is good for my garden
all that comes out of your mouth
is old and dead at birth
words covered with flies
pimping yourself at work for a raise
you can die from being broke here
its eerie what it does to your body
sooner or later
even monks take up arms

densities 175

another of god's lab rats

spilled her guts

all for a song to come

in my native country

holding me warmly in a future I can remember

the wind drove me

sacked me

what I thought was mine

were spoils

for a larger force

the blessed day wheeled around a rock in its orbit

rolled away into a night slashed by bone

tired fish infested seas

live on bread she said

always draw lots before

you fix your meal and

bolt it down

Densities 166

I can't recall those fine feelings

just like that

they took a long time to die

I buried them alive

in our garden

I could hear them gasping for air

month after month

finally my skin fell off in the mirror

the rose bush died

now I remember

Densities 135

I disappear

and she disappears

it makes our eyes sparkle

she does it in public

I spread eagled on the bed

but my reserves won't be buffaloed

being so much younger

hers are still complaining

about a fly on the wall

the size of a shoe

that has captured her attention

Densities 128

shipwrecked on land

marooned among the living

and it is I

who thank you?

it has something to do with faith

whatever happens happens without us

I hate when you say I hope you find happiness

as if it is something I was born without and was

supposed to be looking for all along

will you at least tell me if I am getting warm?

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