Poems

Widow her
In no place
w/out yr
breath & heat
a winnow
fancy flipping
down the sink drain
sad & stuck
alert & upright

With her
was in place
w/out her
am nowhere
waiting for her
to return
a dream of real
touch
or a sound
a tone
shaping song’s heat

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separated
draped & shaped by
widower’s weeds
holds my body
wrapped in algae
drowning
which is what
mourning is

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weighed down w/
wisdom
death reveals
a living burden
a pulsation
memory pulls towards
& away from
any sign of her being
here once as you are now

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Oppressed by grief’s
black gaul
left solitary
in memory
moving on
backwards

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‘be empty’
widewe
Old English
emptied out
another tossed bouquet of
widow’s weeds
& black humor
rumors of other worlds

I sit before Ouija
moving mouse
into limbo’s charged
unknowable

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How to imagine you
to know you
without you
within me
on the surface
like a snapshot
in deep closed
emulsion

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SPIRIT GUM [section]

Everything
reductive
illusional
delusional
first got me in Hollywood
‘s metaphysical swoon
off the edge into blue Pacific
notions of mystic solidarity non-stop sunshine & death
on mortuary sponsored
bus stop benches

astrologers divining
fixed certainty
& magi high on options
bought & sold
tantric devotion
in bungalows
behind stately stucco mosques

barrage of lurid incense smog

Huxley w/milk smeared eyes gropes walls to find his way back to words

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the chapbook & tomes
had no magic to pull me into
belief, remained asleep

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