One word at a time
 my thoughts reach you
 from current to air  
One word at a time
 my thoughts reach you
on electrical lines

The first thing you could sight
Was an eye
Or your mother‘s breast as
Circles inscribed 

In your vision that’s hardwired
For shapes not letters
T not for Christ 
  
Not for Christ 
 for geometric detection
Overridden to record 
whats spelled out 
by transcription 
of a stick in the dirt

Wary of what could infiltrate a walled garden 
of your mind
There is no "infiltrating"
It reaches out
out to find

A connection, a spark
Survival in the dark  

Industrial 
accordion
safe from shock
Encased in a skeleton 
of metal rings 

A crack in your armor
Like L.C. said
 how everything 
gets in
gets in
under your skin

A long exposure 
of a whirling flame
An electrical storm 
A torrent of rain

Long Exposure

Stones from  the river engraved: 
“If you can read this, 
weep”
Carved long ago
No, I can’t sleep
Owe tomorrow
I look and I don’t leap         

Pebbles like Beckett's stones
Press upon the surface
Rippling and vanish
Down below

This body of water is from your eyes
from your eyes
from your eyes
The last known trickle is 
from our eyes
from our eyes

And though it’d be
Eternally slow
Any crow would know
Each stone dropped 
would rise the tide

Notes from a watery grave...
this place is so 
obscene
I drank my fill and
Kept on having
More to swig
The sky is shimmering...

This body of water is from your eyes
from your eyes
from your eyes
The last known trickle is 
from our eyes
from our eyes

Engraved

When my guard is down
That’s when it found me
Followed and waits by the door
And scratches impatiently 

The entrance shrinks
And the walls grow wider
I offer my hand to the window 
In solidarity

Every time I lift my eyes
Something is shifting
Each time I take a step
The world recedes

Gods cathedral
Needs funds 
for the leaks it’s sprung

Bludgeon the clay 
Into familiar shape
But your feet keep sinking
You can drink your way
Into an escape 
While the earth is entering 

The inmates have always run the asylum
It takes depravity
To navigate this place
To exist in an amorphous world 
there's no meaning to shape

The holiest of temples
Has a prison tower

Bludgeon the clay 
Into a familiar shape
But your feet keep sinking
You can drink your way
Into an escape 
While the earth is entering

Amorphous World

The world interfered with my beautiful plans
But I forgave it, made amends
It's the pressure of days that keep slipping away
too fast

but that's over now
it's all in the past
there's plenty of time 
to make it last
the remains of the day 
await

all of the records I'll never make, titled:

Half crucifixion 
Love and torture
Beauty wasted
Tragic backstory

The Singularities
Smashed matador
Gaea's furnace
Bad Madeline

Here are the beginnings I will never complete.
It's not meant to be--
their weight's lifted from me.
Released to soar like eagles or swim like a stone
Let them inhabit some  liminal zone

I abject
Play the tape forward
Coarse Correction
Double Unbelonging

Wool Baron and their
Turquoise Pool
Dark merengue
Cemetery with a view

Glitter and Ash
LA Playa
Aux Cord Crackle
Bored of Education

Long Exposure

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