their backs arched violently as
orgasmic waves welcomed flashes of
deep blue neon –
as an orgone accumulator trapped
under fractured glass wheezed

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a lingering hostility
felt their screening
fingering to leather
 
                a scratching tone

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Invasive crawling bugs across the kitchen ceiling
Eating light bulbs to the socket
And candle wax and wicks
While night falls in,
More devouring.

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            the king's fool
elevated beyond his pay grade by a glitch
in a system 200 years out of date,
no anti-virus protection in sight

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We’re not talking anyway. Not
about anything other
than COVID-19 anyway—
singing its monstrous aria,

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It drapes the shoulders of a woman
bent over her garden, fills
the empty glass on the windowsill.

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Oyster, enter mouth
sushi enter mouth
Why does the metaphor
want water and sex?

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I write the newspaper headings,
pour more salt on my tequila,
stare at each individual crystal,
frighten away old precipice birds.

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But what about bewilderment and the bewildered? The chance meeting of a dusky drowse with a stormy-gray late afternoon. Immaculate light meeting cobalt darkness in the lonely garbage-can alley. My electric mouth kissing your pink fingers one by one in aubergine ecstasy.

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I have come to an important decision: I’ve had enough to drink. I’ve had enough of this salt air and these nights of dry smiles. Oh city of brick, oh house of dimming stars, my ancient rusting instruments.

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I
sympathize with horses, who unrolled the plains. grass grew wide
in their tracks. yes, it’s on odd world, Dan, beyond our reasons.
might as well count violets, weigh wind, chart the angle of an eagle’s glance,
ask which nuclear bomb the US used to blow holes near the Colorado River.

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And that is the way that you
can pay
the charity you give
to men like me.

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Was he in Hawaii like he’d been
once in another dream?
Was he flying without wings with his daughter beside him
before they roused him from whatever lousy joy
with a baton at the window with a show me your hands

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o corrosion of coriolas
o cauterization of victrolas and cylinders and disks
of the uncanny silence of lands and lakes
o the noisy skies, jewls of the viscous depths
o kupu, hanasu, mourning

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When I say I love you, I don’t
mean to bring the corpse hounds
to find cadavers, I mean you—
even chapped and wind-burnt—

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hallucination invented metaphysics,
separating out the divine. Now,
 
remove everything added
in the process of knowing.

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like dante coughing up a lung
staring back at the maze of waves 
he was spit from 
dripping rags on sand

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We may have crossed paths
In our recontextualizing process.
​I guess I never really looked up.

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will there be poetry
when there are no longer flowers
when honeybees are extinct
the privileged
luxuriating deep underground in their silos

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in some small book
no one will ever read
 
there is a poem
written about you

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Times are hard in the world. Everywhere
there are beings who stone innocent
bystanders by talking apples.
Angels wrap themselves in the pages from
detective novels and fall asleep.

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And the world keeps going ‘round
in swift wings for the fall
in scorching June alley ways
in handshakes in bare knuckles
in the fading throttle of oscillation

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It would like to take the equivalent
of a cruise and tour of Italy, lie under
a bikini colored sun for weeks, months,
letting the world catch its thankful
breath—but history can’t relax, no

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No, we won’t save an ant today,
nor a stray.
We slurp ramen noodles, wash it down
​with schnapps, buck up for the night.

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Ever been shattered by a woman’s
Voice surge so deep smacks the 
Soul out your bones rattles your
Frame like shingles on a hurricane night

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The news shows iguanas falling from the trees,
immobile in the cold weather, fair game for hawks
or chefs who claim they taste like chicken.
I, too, am immobile. Frightened,
I stay too long in bed.

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indeed, as if there
were some other
direction to arrive
from, light rain or not.

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One day it’s my 33-year-old cousin found dead in bed from an overdose; another day, it’s high school seniors raising their arms in the Nazi salute for a yearbook photo; another, it’s government protesters washing with bottles of Coke to help minimize the sting of tear gas.

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with whispering gasps both knew passionate power lust and optimistic love appearing before them in the language of ghosts accused of being tour guides of loss mastering the imagination which was inspired by little toy soldiers

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All I can do is stay alive.
The hills demand it.
The sparrow song asks for this above all.

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The End of Days is a braggart myth
no adult citizen permits,
as the leaders and their minions,
​(mad as moons) bow to Chaos.

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Meanwhile, we remember Mommy,
Too. We won’t disregard her tears,
Or fail to recall the owl potholders
She so carefully crafted the nights
Our baby slept intermittent hours.

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icebreaking with melts with lunch
in the lurches of steeples
viral as medical substitutions of unstung stringers however the baby swims
in the bathwater pitch-plumb
​for the knickers in venous splashes of bloods

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Your trip, your sped up present
escape to a certain future
followed by white lines
road signs, that are not important now

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never smashing statues
while preferring to polish only a pretty few,
like a posh prince or a ship of dreams
as he lets decay lay waste to the rest

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My 2020 vote will not be
an endorsement
it won’t be a thumbs up
a fist bump
an Amen
​or an Aho

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you could see the blue in there
read for the blind birds of prey
 
we will sink into the marsh slowly
​then we will be a part of everything

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his father wanted to raise his son in the others’ eyes
even though he knew the boy would never be a god—
it’s not something aspirational, you’ve got to be in it all the way

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