February 2012
4 posts
The other body has a foothold on the kitchen’s dark isle
claiming it a haven though ownership
of these things is ragged now and there is nowhere
now we have withered ships play things for the depths
drifting all from nameless place to the only
remaining unknown of
The other body a swaying beacon
in a brown twin sea of eyes
smashing over it in excited waves, its own caught on the...
“The slow arrow of beauty”
– Nietzsche
January 2012
8 posts
do you remember we drove east collecting suns
on the windshield. You laid
a snapping dragon on the hood
and evenings meant mouthing
night’s ice in a breath
and spreading it among fingertips to cool you.
star bellied; dreaming.
These prints would tell futures wet with you
I’d hang them out the window on a clothesline
arm, riding in the future of a wind
come from their...