your father had hungbetween the silver birchesstooping copsed guardians imitating a graceful deference yet the sky turned with meand spilled me thereembarrassed a little shaky still able to do a push up while the family cat smirkedand a smiley dog licked the bloodfrom my forehead later when no one looked you first kissed the gravel … Continue reading I span in a hammock

I’m the oldest therewith a special placeby the firenear the instructor don’t know how I arrivedsandwiched between warrior’s poseand that noise in my pelvisjust a click keeping timewith racing decadesin the big D leg roustabout reverse direction six more timesbefore falling asleepin the twenty minutemeditation Stay Awake the teacher breaks througheach set of bellsafterwards rememberingnot … Continue reading Guru

Lilting with query   the native thrush   a fourth note risingLeaves the verse hanging   sometimes a whip bird lashes in   its sudden confident crackWaits for the derailleur to engage   undaunted they interweave   then pause for my whistle backSide look in a perturb slight   they know they have the numbers   and mimicry needs the energyOf a committed … Continue reading Getting the band back together

There is a barber shop in Richmond,ten-dollar hair cut inclusive of a stubby.Lift your elbow carefully, if it’s a shortback and sides. The cheap pharmacyis over the road, a few doors down.The Viking in the tattoo shop hasan anchor through a heart on his shaved head.Don’t get, Andy can tell you all about it,the mushrooms … Continue reading And so it goes, reprise

from sequestered skiesour gifts of incendiary desirepresent themselves your splayed oncenessin obeisanceprayers to gardens growing back a scorched inheritanceblood and bone imperialismold photos in agent’s flame Sunday roastwe fly unidentifiedin case your cremated hands invite us in to singthe old anthems From Walking Through Fences ASM & Cerberus 2018 Black Painting Robert Rauschenbrg Foundation

I have swallowedyour barbed wireno longer containedby an image of where I belongthese lungs all rustnow breatheon the other sideof anyone’s thinkingbones yodel a symphonyI hang like the foxeveryone’s verminsomeone’s child From Walking Through Fences ASM & Cerberus 2018

( leaning into wind, uncounting days  my waiting duties  Komachi and Shikibu, tea brews) I wear my pyjamas inside outin the best literary traditionbut awake without promised dreams you were a spring mad wild horsea true rain so blacklike a charcoal drawing on mist ten thousand candles I keep alightheartbeats within the windsee them flicker … Continue reading Dogen Gate Inn

Delay the departing traindown at the rail head,the heart has four chambersbut only one fully ticketed love.Then spin the cylinder with gentlenessplace the antique funnel of it with care,you want this geyser single life to blowa detonation and aftershock of lyrical candela.Run run over the soaked platformslide slip and screech to a rattling tin sky,turn … Continue reading Crazy, Crazy Love on the Senior’s Card/ Sideways Steam Train

One morning he discovered time. Hairs had started to grow through ‘The Sound and the Fury’ on his shoulder. He had reached that point where available space had expired. His business shirt was buttoned at the collar and the wrists. He always wore socks and trousers. Only he and the tattooists, Charlie and Veronica, knew … Continue reading Collected Works