ghazal

Knave grasping at a cold, soldered dream
Inside out-sideswiped by thickets of one dream

Chains dragging a lake across a twisted face
A smiling wound, a deeper dream

Moribund salt slick-down paternoster
Chains dragging down a twisted dream

Graves littered with used condoms in October
Bony hands lustily tugging skirts, sweet dream

Picaresque risks of pikes penetrating ribs
Skeletons wrapped up in crosses, dreamless

lawn jury

Flutter those colors, Greg Penders,
[a] Bird Falls Near Chinese Garbage
and-the-saxophone-breaks-and

knocked Down By Law, God is God,
-Shake that gun, lounge lizard
"It is a river to me,"
as tears of Lyme

fuck, I skip, I skip on down
to the bridges of Minneapolis
in my
head
stroke, lift, dab
dabble
...scares me

fruit unraveling stars

There is a fruit unraveling stars and light
In the putrefaction of pitted sores.
While the streets and trees curl up at night,

A blind woman wails into sheets of white
While on her branch of open doors.
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light...

In toes, blades of grass of awful blight,
A broken sand from empty glass pours,
While the streets and trees curl up at night;

Hairs whispering lamentations and delight,
Emanating from the chaste head in scores -
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light,

And she plucks it from her sight,
Distracted. Flower stems, a bondage of moors -
While the streets and trees curl up at night -

She's tied down by a lack of foresight,
Rights, and the misleading heads of boars.
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light,
While the streets and trees curl up at night.