Sitting in the bath, a poem written on my thigh, in water- soluble black ink, melts faster than you’d think. The first stanza into the second, pooling and becoming concentrated, thick tears the color of collected rainwater in an ashtray.
And it accomplishes nothing, except to remind that all art is quite an indulgence, senseless . . . → Read More: In the Bath
I’ve already penned two full books of poetry as art therapy when the diagnosis comes back negative. I’m not Bipolar after all, it says. The doctor assures me I am nothing of the sort. I am healthy, best anyone can tell.
I want to ask, then, what the blue fuck my problem is, but I . . . → Read More: The Consultation
The Queen of the Laestrygonians and I had dinner once in winter. “Your meal is my treat,” I explained and she bat lashes like blades to call me under her covers. “Tell me a story,” she said. I sewed soul’s yarn into saga, cried a wayward seafarer’s tears into her alabaster palms. I betrayed myself, . . . → Read More: Smitten
This won’t be love- making. It’s an empty construct. An abomination. Keep reading and I will promise you no symbolic language, no archetypal characters, no deus ex machina, no meaning buried beneath the text—except a lusty reverence for the very act of creation. This is poetic masturbation. Likewise, it will soon spiral out of control. . . . → Read More: An Uninspired Onanism
At dawn, when the water is a sidereal, speckled checkerboard of marigold on violet and blue, row past the breakers out to the mouth of the tide; fill an iron urn with the briny saliva from under the tongue of the sea.
Spill it out midday into a flat-bottomed blown glass pan. Take a nap; . . . → Read More: Ars Poetica
The color of your eyes is a complete surprise to me. I’ve never considered it.
You’re sitting across from me and you’re brooding, bellicose. I have no right to be shocked, but your attitude is not the one I expected. When I spoke to you Tuesday you insisted, even sounded enthusiastic. But settling on your . . . → Read More: Here Is My Only Elsewhere