Book o’ Verse

do you remember being a goose? do you remember flying in pairs your neck pulled long and straight warm feathering into the wind your boney beak bobbing far out in front to beats pulsed sideways by your partner’s heart?

Is it enough to call the water black to talk about the swirls, the crack in the floor of this Bay That steams up sleep evaporating soaking into a newspaper headline till it has mighty heft Is now a good time to chalk it all up this swirl and this crack this slow-dripping heft to … Read more

“The eye of the storm never hit land although obviously the eye wall did.” Obviously. Like now we’re all supposed to know what an “eye wall” is. Meanwhile: I’m having these dreams where Mr. Roarke was originally Tattoo and he’s saying “The Plane, The Plane” in rolling tones with a sweeping hand. And then he … Read more

Some say “no one should suffer simply because they have chosen to fall in love.” But I’m not certain I agree. Surely someone should suffer. Surely. Someone should suffer simply. Because they have chosen to fall. But perhaps no one have chosen? You think? Because they suffer then? Perhaps they surely? Simply to choose? I’m … Read more

Thank you for the strut even though I know it wasn’t intended for me.

Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat. Hitler’s hamster. Fed by this thing. Stroked by this thing. By this skin those nails they scratch that spot. Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat.

Other people have smaller fingers slender grave pincers and they move fragments around. The smallest reposition dust to achieve a fine result. Not children. I’m not talking about children or woodland creatures. Other grown ups. Living in crash pads with thatched chairs and acoustic proto-guitars hung by the door. Look at them. Look at their … Read more

Wet ride this morning. Chalk bricks trying to absorb pulling it in cold wood old wood. Paper mats. His wet feet uncovered, yes? Flat cats lick his feet. Vapor socks. Lick sneaker pump. Lick vapor swoosh. And those feet stir. Now he’s caressing some space saying: “Hi. I will stab you in your leg.” Really? … Read more

held with small fingers slips of bone sometimes lose their names change hue as six dead gerbils shade to four black mice as two turtles become a snake and goldfish replicate.

the elephants do their dance and you know that it’s your time how they’re dancing for you how they’ve painted their names how they’ve polished their pokey things and you’re just sitting back and letting the bump of their girth flop you out of your chair with each move flop you out onto the dance … Read more