Thursday, February 9, 2012


Dougal is not a friendly dog.
He might take food from your hand tenderly and yet he'll think twice about having your hand as well.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sell / Sold

I can see how you won't sell in our town.
I can see how they sit you on a shelf in our town.
I can see how you will gather dust in our town.
I can see how you won't sell in our town.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

To New Beginnings

my new superhero is the only one left that's strong
more than love in his gangly little arms
hope boundless as horizon and sea
the timeline of growth is melancholy and free
superhero ease me
into the love of loves.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sun Prayer


it's hard to concentrate on a moving sock of prayers.
the english language in bandages pent up and grasping for a dawn breath.
dawn like the leveling of its natural masters into a single bursting stream.
this pigeon modernity finding respite in a leaflet of altar dreams.
woozy and squeamish the haze of miracles creeps into oblivion's shoes.
walk tenderly amongst the streamline of coarsened hair, unwashed over the years.
blurry incantation need not a sunset to cease the lonely psalms from washing over mouths.
with a million points of light illuminating the bandaged ritual,
we begin to grow in dust.