Friday, December 28, 2007


Varied squares and follicular plants
are blown bags on skins of dirt --
polythene tumbleweeds,
spun and grounded, like bees.

Hinged reflections mouthing,
one box to the next,
cloud on glass cloud on wall,
breathing in small spaces

Whetting the brain with
the endless task of complaint.

Sunday, December 02, 2007


Let's go look at rocks
For a thousand bucks
Ruined by the gasping sun

Monday, November 19, 2007

New Camp

There is always slavery
in man-footed things.

Beauty as far as you can

Women beneath sheets,
and stones.

The eye above and on

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Self Portrait (in cut-up, txt version)

briar, toast and loam

High-toned at first
with a leafy onion skin
soon followed by crackling layers of

blood-wood toast
notes that pump

wrapped around the charred
edge holding it all together

Monday, October 01, 2007


Until we’re the thinnest
possible slices.

Not enough to fuck
or throw up.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Day Before (I)

We are tipped
eggs, cupped

Curves. Only
noses poke,

Toes unstuck.
Your Roman

Body, a candle
melted and reshaped.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Ditty (I)

Berried fists of black,
sugared to plastic

Are tumped into
a hot summer mouth,
smacked loud as a slap.