a man, complex in his simplicity has gone
unnoticed. his eyes touhed us like
a feather burnt too soon by the ice
of hate. his mouth too often breathed
...
it came stamping down the street
one heaving June (so thick my
tongue could slice the air)
...
three they walked
in one,
papa, fils, and spiritus not so sanctus.
the over image of a none-all smile
...
love is a nonsense poem
wreathed in black and
purple, sitting on a
gilded lily, making
...
i love
you love
his love is so big you
froze from the heat of it,
...
Every face fills me in liquid dreams
tasting in embittered aspirins their worth.
Forevering seas and the sun, though hollow
as an unclutched hand make love
...
we've spent our nights in dark communion,
hands lingering on warm words,
whispering in black and blue commas.
...
born in a rioting protest of umber leaves
was i
swathed in a bed of sterile sheets
marked for
...
this night
on skies peopled in strawberry ice cream,
one sun, father of a moon,
tossed his head in a rain-loved lake
...