There is no future
without our feet dancing it into being
hips slide and a universe arises
spiraling through
leaving a trail of glory
There is no future
times slinks animal-like
no thicker than skin
a thread stretching between us
There is no future
be glad there was never a future
only freedom
coldly inexhaustible
a stone in the palm of your hand
begging to be thrown
(2022)
the algorithm told me to post poems on a Thursday
the algorithm thinks that poems rhyme
the algorithm doesn’t think
it’s only code
two digits
what happens if I don’t fi
and it was shoving me onwards
blindly I went
with my head covered
signs lined the road
the look of the letters
like bullet holes in tin
the untended fields are green
bees swarm the fallen fruit
drunk on rot
liquid vines of snakes curve along the hedgerows
this is not the tale I meant to tell
I cannot tell it otherwise
this is how they all begin
with the road and the fields
with rot and green
with drunken honey
(2022)
Wednesday is the Friday of the soul
Thursday is the Friday of the heart
Friday is the Friday of the loins
Saturday is the suspension of disbelief
Sunday is the apology
Monday is
Tuesday is the Wednesday of the mind
Wednesday is the Friday of the soul
23 02 2022
I am done with improving
No one else joined in
And I am doing all the work
We must all work together
Or surely we shall hang apart
Each to his own gibbet
They are having a bonfire at the farm next door
If you walk this way, through this field
It will look like the house is on fire
And we are gathering to watch it burn
(2022)
romance yourself
don’t wait
you can love someone today
the lover is you
romance yourself
build expectations
make it clear to you what counts
and what is mere performance
yourself
needed by yourself
unneeding of all others
all boundaries are a wound
here
this skin
it is the least I can give you
(February 2022)
once upon a time
things stayed as they were
when you made a thing
it stayed that way forever
once there were things
and they stayed as they were
we have gone from that time
how young we were
which face is yours
it’s an old photograph
and I can’t tell now
it doesn’t matter
here my face is here
and here is yours
I forgot who stood between us
(2022)
I went
the dark was absolute
I did not eat
not one seed
my mouth was empty
that is not my throne
pacing, waiting
she is there still
yes, the sun sets very late this
time of year
yes, I spoke to her yesterday
and she was happy
enough
what more does a woman want?
(2022)
O
God lady
Don’t you
Every get
Dizzy
Going round
and around us
Why not
just stop
(2020)
they will come one evening
with a dump truck
back it up to your house
and pour out the money
take it
take the dirty money
spend it wrong
spend it madly, wrongly
on matches for bridges
on ladders not for your own feet but for the next and the next ones
let them give you the only thing they have
as you win their game then pocket the dice and run
ask for more
spend it all
buy pitchforks
(Jan 2022)
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