In four split asunder over backwards true refuge issueless scattered ruins
trying to gain control over the ways that sadness is produced in his daily life
sit, sit, sit, sitting, sitting
something gnawing, something come undone.
And just that yellow flash of birdfoot trefoil underfoot.
Everything that was solid was turning into air
He knocked your head to the floor. You picked it up and handed it back to him.
how something not stolen, not even missing, not even existing, can be counted
and something alive was dying in the gutter
Before long darkness began to craw quietly up the wall from the corners of the room
this new country was a huge cake and he wouldn’t rest till he had eaten it all up
Most of my wandering in the desert I've done alone.
We are poor people, we cannot repay your honour
It had been another fly surely, that one
fastening his mortality to his immortality
How to Have an Interesting Life
like bees around blossoms before ascending to their glass offices in the sky.
if it would catch anything on fire at all
The only thing I am certain of is that the weight of my foot will kill the spider
her melting face continues to drip drop in big leaves
there was nothing else left to save
It is large, death, a large fat side you sit with night after night
A Development Problem
I can bear anything for the sake of beauty
A plague at a feast
I plunge my spear into your body many times
Something that ought to have remained hidden
Abject poverty and perpetual debt
A robust role in the slaughter
I still like you
The terrorism of politesse maintains an imperceptible distance
Not only to expand but to reorganize the world in its own image
The gods of profit and production
A confusion between peoples and values
It seems like something I've already seen
No cannonball response because the dead float by
To regard humanity in such a degraded fashion
Without a warless day
I want him to destroy my face
A spectacle of the most complete despotism
Insular, violent, poorly educated
In bed, I asked him about her
The Domestic Violence No One Notices
Her dreams last night were action films
Using the people there as human shields to deter military attack
Extreme restriction, the totality of control
Present-day mountain worship
They might as well die fighting
Everything is for sale
a defamiliarization not about infliction
How her hair would fall
All this makes me uncomfortable
Increasingly confronted with its own contradictions
Wondering how he managed to botch simple Wikipedia instructions
A subversive liberating notion
Genius is, by definition, exceptional
The future will be socialist or communist
The new geography of occupation
A lack of insight into what happens next
"You want to talk. With whom? You are destroyed."
I straighten out my Tupac shirt
Lost-love-bitch-face-but-also-very-beautiful
The sky is blank but ready for a change
"I bet that guy outside'll buy"
Lonely flights from the turmoil
A specific word for this disappointment
My head filled with imaginary arguments
Offering little hope of grandeur
A period of loneliness
They could not possibly know the things I knew
Their measurements were immeasurable
Buy the promise of beauty
Postponed by drinking the wine slowly
The small and vulgar pleasures with which they fill their souls
One sad example of many unlucky people who in their lives do not take the place which they deserve.
Elephants on acid
A fire is good in one’s own hearth, but spreading it is called arson
The debris will fall all over
Exiting orifices in the form of baby food
Here I feel normal
God gave life to men and then put women at their side to suffer it
More instruments of suppression than of justice
A feeling sweeps down my arm and I feel weight
The shirt I button up to the top button because there’s no reason not to
Neither interesting nor well-paying enough to threaten her husband’s sense that he was the center of her life.
I sure squeezed that lemon!
Came flying not blood and dark gore and ripped black cloth but an issue of birds, in plume, on wing
She wanted him to do a full nelson on her
Let a hundred flowers bloom
Sherbet light falls on all surfaces in all directions
‘YOU ARE A THIRD AND IN A HOLLOW THERE CAN ONLY BE TWO’
How all that was promised was not here
That Foundation of Violence
It might be the skin of a bull they loved
Establish some principles before we forget how bad it can get
Artificially inseminate the growing baby inside of you
Dependent on the arbitrary will of others for the basic necessities of life
Technology is fast eroding the human world
They resembled talons
A horrifying daily rhythm
We’re all just trying our best
An uprooting and reassembling
Through these holes that I slid finally
I ate the Xanax you gave me
