My ProfessionI worked at a prestigious school. People kind of didn’t believe it. I worked as a layperson. People ignored me. Whether the money I got was mine I told...
3. Owl EyesInfant eyesyou are inmy own wise Owl eyed youblows whoyou is All eyeslook outto see Freedom come freelynearlyon a horizon 9. DecemberWe sang thesame song fromthe same song Book but somesang a differentfaith A...
Light from the sunlight, a raw sunlight. The appearance of continuum. The lines and composition in the poem of our suffering. Our bodies came from minimum, from troubled, trebled solar wind. The flux of generation: condemnation, never maximum. Our discs connecting one by...
That Kind of RichFor all the Ghosts Bitch,I didn’t get where I am by listening(you think they said“yea, go be a poet”) “Listen to memy wicked guidanceabout how to be rich!”fuck your tiny...
Adoration of Inflation (how about Inflation Adoration?)There are no people inside this hotel except those who can do a certain kind of music with their eyes shut and my mother ...
High School Chorus — First Period Why would anyone conduct a high school choir? Children are born in song, their feet, dirty and scuffed with the grime of melodies, mumbled...
AchievementOn the way up, I breathe the mountain air,or rather the mountain air breathes me.The rotten timber and dead leaves,the damp and shadowy new growthinundate my lungs, so that I...