Huevos Rancheros
sometime i am moved by unspeakable rages
sometime i am choked by a mescaline sadnesses
am i
am i
you r
thy wr once a gift
winter glean bakes the chemical greenscreen asunder
winter water fake a flock of hose i knew u were thr
upon a heart
there were a conversation we need to have
there were a conversation we could not have
and i tried to say something true you and say’d
no way hosay those r only a many s-s-s symbols
there were these and these i later found out
became a way
of seeing — such whn deadeye
tongues question thmslvs— my life
so thn we’d fork egg and verde egg
on hot plates and twnty yrs go by out the window
and allende give a potent exmple ample if you mght
add what become of this what become filtered
through
red air red Seattle air who knows
for no1 cld say
Orange Sharpie
for a time razor green wire spit fire in a bin
of tin and seaweed grew in fascinating flourishes
behind your ear lobes and at one point these ethical
antics stewed inside your brainstem and made you
lighter than air and in the beginning in the beginning
the laughter of the land and so on when eyes nestle
nightfall all the insufferable rivers of it when finally
the thunderclap and cloud are as sad as the mouths
of stonegods or ripe angels or rotting bones where you
may drown me flack my rack flay my clay with poisonous
darts or pattern or pattern the sky with me eventually
time had no time for time my hairline was as snow is upon
the knowledge-ache and confections of wind rolled liked
drums on the ocean snarling down the meanness of weather
for your cannibal-love-heart and during the vine of days i
guessed my father was dying like a dying christ in a wheel-
barrow my sister looked skyward the dead moon in her eyes
and you said let me spit on this pain for i for i will eat every
drop of rain without a single confession of sadnesses
Ivory Finger
lucent light thread my blood akimbo
worship that tempts the dark corridor
of ember in my pain
smoldering like glasses night descends
on stinking bones venom hissing a twilight
steelyard of green flaming trees a river
spilling into blindness lightning passes
the surface of a metal shell you will see
how this martyr’s mouth merely exits