The earth of my skin

Has been through so much
Frozen and thawed frozen and thawed
I am starting to nap
The next ice storm sends my body into hibernation
The birds need so much
They eat fast
Leave their broken shells beneath the feeder
So much time looking for the ones that dropped
Winter has no time to mourn
No time to consider gender or spirit
There is one sun for every winter

Deep State

Early buds
En route en route

Working with greatness
Requires great patience
Your bones must be hollow to fly
Something bigger than all of this
Like hunting the rarest of all things
Willing to take our lashes
Bunker down in wet socks
Peek through the cracks
Cup our fingers over our mouths
And blow on them for warmth
We hear breathing

Padded mallots bring us closer
To the truth than our original protocal

Something deeper
Than the mutual deceptions
The body rises and falls
with the breath.
We are the breath
The easy speakers
We translate the barks and the chirps
The undersides of leaves

Dog Catcher Heart 

Upon waiting for the apology text
I witness Starbucks
After school revolution

A clean soft lighted place
Escape from the car faces

I read about Eilen Myles
And her Dog Father

I could never walk
My ghost so easily

Never easy for me to see
Who held the leash

Like a job I wait
Transporting myself
To the office in mind

Highway stress
Leaky ceiling drips

Evesdropping on alley crackheads
NPR clouds softening the light

I’m in love, I’m alone
I work in my home

I’m in love with a
Dog catcher heart

For My Sister and Prince

Sticking to the floor in the seventh grade
I knew nothing about spirit 
A plan inspired by mistakes

Sister you were there for me
Even when you weren’t 

You lent me your crocodiles 
And hammer swinging horsemen

To fight the echoes in the hallway 
The padded dicks that 
Slammed gainst the lockers 

Peroxide future 
Earrings and feathers 
I drank the purple passion

Lied to the college girl
Followed the code 
I made up as I went along 
And did all my best work in basements 

Digest the orphan

The remaining hairs
Continue to grow
And will need to be cut
By someone
Eventually 

Make a simple thing difficult
A separate bag for each item 

Washing preservatives

Timers and alarms
Notes and instructions

Proof of a worked life 

To digest the orphan
Who has traveled
So far to meet you 

Do not worry father
I will be there to cut your hair 

The way I cut the grass

No smell of garlic
But with a gentile hand 

More gentile than you are accustomed to 

Night walking

It’s so easy to give a
child a thankless gift 

Walking the pitted pavement
On a warm summer evening 

Holding court
beneath the

Nippled street lamp
Squirting light

Into the sobbing
Mouth of darkness 

Sunburned back
Cut weeds 

Arrows tattooed in concrete
Magic words
Sprayed across walls 

The sky rips open soft
Glowing brainless matter
Putting me as close
As I am permitted 

If I could share
This bliss of isolation 

That’s how much
I love you 

Anxiety Dream 

On my second day
I am required to construct
An entire house
Out of raw fish 

I stare at the uncomfortably
Sharp knife in my hand 

My supervisor
Pacing behind the
Long bench of faceless men
Of which I am included

An aquaintence next to me
Gestures slightly as if to say,
“Whatever you do. Don’t look up. ” 

No matter how slightly
I turn the knob
I never find a
Tolerable water temperature
To bathe in 

As I feel the consciousness
Rushing in. I fear all
Will be forgotten
When I wake
And the damage to my mind
Is all I will have to show
For the experience 

My coworker broke a valuable
Piece of equipment
I decide not mentioned it
Later that day the same coworker
Criticizes my work publicly 

As I spit the cotton balls from my lips
I forgive myself for today 

As I taste the last drop of Kool Aid
From the flask
I forgive the the world 

As I shatter my Titan knees
At the pornographic alter
I hope it forgives me 

Rocking chair 

 Tickling the light.
in the  now
spare bed room 

Rocking chair
I am free of your wooden bars 

Half shut Venetian blinds
It’s a jungle in here 

Rich soil covers the floor
Snot on the walls

Heads on the night stand
Lions in the corner

Tripping over old toys

Distant train
It’s time for me
To hear you again 

Washington D.C. 2/23/16 #poetry 

Hearing the distant sounds
The giant claws
Scrape against the pavement 

A hollow hum of machine and metal
Another day of stamping out
Our spot 

The sun rises like chocolate Babka 

The world teeters atop an ice cream cone
Held by a skipping child
In a blue dress

A couple stares down
at their Empty plates
Waiting for their devices
to charge

A big blue yoga ball
Pressing against the ass
Of an ex marine 

Life in the truck lane
This one goes that way
That one goes this way 

The joy is not the fast lane
The joy is in us

In a cup or a plate
There is joy
in a pair of socks

The world dangles from a bolo tie
Loosely strung around the neck
Of a alien teenager 

Meeting people before knowing
Sharing power strips
And lightening rods 

Everything donuts
Soft spoken waiters and parking protocols 

Burning buildings and
Toasted secrets 

We share it all
It is all in us
Put another quarter in
The rain has almost stopped 

NYC 2/21/16 #poetry

Buschwick morning
Researching the walls 

High flash point formula
Penetrating catalyst

Death by death metal
White night dark horse 

Can we talk
Yes we can talk
We can walk
We can warm our hands by the fire

We can warm our hands
By holding
Our warm holding hands
Handfuls of warm goat
And cumin
Cheese and warm flat bread

Sore shoulders
Cracking knees
Folding pizza slices 

Troughs of oil and spice flow
Like melting ice through a hot city gutter
Down down down 

I see a water taxi in our future
International bar still there
Rays still there
Sidewalk still there 

I still see every breath
Every breath different
Every step
Like an explosion
An explosion exposure
Every
Ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Like drinking warm wine
After being a little cold