Then what’s left is not enough to live on. There are fires breaking out in the valleys beneath The house, locusts in the fields. For days, There is longing like…

Before the summoning of countless worlds — A last fall in the obsolescence of sleep. You were Showered in repressions and denials: new and disjunctive Processes emerged from underground and…

Some new constellation, which encroaches on Reason. Symbiosis with what was already You, in A fragmented sort of way. Epiphanic, strange — Like light from another room in another time, …

So it is with the frantic vanishing of things. Late into the escapade you wondered why you felt this Way and how. The trees and the deer outside were Not…

You were walking backwards into the strength Of somebody else’s poem, all while you were not looking. The trees were the color of the houses, the houses The color of…

It was only in the frenzy of an unheard of Night that I heard you singing the end of God’s life. In the private language of hopelessness, all of us…

How, I, in taking you apart diminished myself was beyond me. And yet tamed and merciful I sit here listening. Situation After situation unfolds without choice. The drugged forests Have…

a poem

You were secretly enamored With the split backbone of the sex and Centuries and the love hereafter of feeling alive. She brushed the clouds and the earth stopped its tumult. …