Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?

The other day I went jogging along the canal A cold morning All the water was frozen Every breath I inhaled stung my lungs and steamed up my glasses As I ran down 31st Street Rounding the corner Down to the water Where the civil war re-enactor’s perform for the tourists in the summer Two …

Staring at the River After Church

Strait laced pilgrims Anchor the curtainsLight westerly’s upset the blanketThe court of arbiters structures us out in squaresThe sky above no longer guides the sandThe spirit has shifted strategiesThis is that, the rabbit heart Setting off ships cross in day of noon when the mirror sees the water up to the mountainAnd the mountain sees …

4 Poems

MascaraI’m pulling off trains track by trackThere are purple emissions above my headEach of her lashes are brown dewed with blackThe Martyrs song is sung by the lampsAnd the mosquitoes fear to goThe air stained wet by the look of mascara drips Her cheeks pale white rusty amberEncased in my pocket is the thingTarnished from …

The Drop Out

The end of motion across the sky rushesIndeed its death moves faster and draws me out like an empty sillhouettedPicture of trees.How I long for those lonely suburban daysWhen the sky encircled aboveAll movement was eliptical The distant motor hummings and commotionDeposited in a beautiful center Around my cul-de-sacI would sit upright like a rigid …

Time Cycle

The recycling time of one self Is wrought trough timeTime’s proven the quantifier ofOne’s progress Whether he starts the journey aheadOr behind,His body is owned by time.That the cycle extend it’s time in set intervalsMerely depends on the breadth of the sufferingEndured from each And the time that he owns in his mindPlays tricks on …

Every Day and Summer River & Critical Parody in Comparative Literature

Every Day Every day since you appearedSo vividly on my porchWhen I awoke Feeling cessated from my bodyAnd that surge of clear adolescent energy lifted usUp to the roof while I followedReaching for that point in my heartYou wouldn’t let me touchFor you had informed my body for the first timeOf intangibilityAnd how we sat …