espèces sentinelles

when i speak to you
slightly, facing away
two mirrors repeat
in autoerotic response

in the missing
connection looms
vantages yet to come
thy kingdom undone

our best interpretive trails
voices pounding closed
as weight crushes sneakers
autumn releasing sweet vapors

we’re runners talking
sweeping out the grey
tasting the tiny metals
hitting every manhole

the where, has become more inane
more ridiculous
than entrusting inheritance
are you going?

my words are flat footed
the world was round.

monk-un

Turtle doves cooing at 4am
the electricity in the wet air
gives rise breaking into
circadian eyes

The freeway’s wheezing ebb
talks static on the banks
of a still lake chatting with
barbecue smoke

I’m walking just above the high
water entranced
to elder oaks watching
thoracic red ants swarm the crag

Raven never, made no master —
the pieces just lit us up.

Two Hours with Kaleb

 

You had already for years seen behind
reticent veils of trash strewn
suburban rooms
no home outside your skin
living in a surrendered state of, uncle
most kin modeling waste
you wove tapestries of bowed hope
from newspaper cat litter confetti
every day a darkness
you made found from lost

once getting out of bed
led to
following the call

where you came upon a code
an outside with an inside
a fine find for your kaleidoscopic mind
finally figuring from the inside
out
with a reason to leave your eyes
in
when the veil’s painted hands
parted hard
you slipped through
leaving us with wooden, petrified questions
a living story to answering
in gambits

outside at the shrine at glowmen
i spoke your name for days
trying to defy the hole
that hadn’t closed
because you were waiting
for us to let our worlds
burn down around it.

 

 

 

 

when there is no more i’ll

look out the window at the hills before the sun crests
feel my heart pulling at my throat

speak your name and reel at the echo
slapping me alone

attempt forcing square meanings of change into
round holes of living

pump chi from the ground up
and let it out through the song you give
in good grieving

laugh, cry out
bit by wind with wet cheeks
smile greeting what is now only invisible

now you teach me, now you reach me
with this loss.

 

A Return to the Mined

On the field players stream and bundle
Like the larger ants clustering from row

For us the idea becomes the object
So gradients of will with gravity can muster

These queens have no glory, we
Sense to make and feed meaning

Un-watered hearts best with distance
Glorifying a codependent zero

Ones become guns, shot-wads
Chunks of collective flesh
Filling space between us
Still bridges, only composting.

Child with clay, quiet
She plays at the edges
Unknown simply, imaginary friends
Cantilever
Waiting to be asked in again

Space to fall upwards
Roots within
Let’s dance lest we begin.

Ace

Undying companion
Slayer of squirrels
More reliable than adults
Gracious with feline tribes
Good dog deliver us
He who in straying from canine norms
Brought formative lessons to my
Twelve year old world