Tuesday, February 26, 2019


it's tiring to think of you
the way that i once did.
you are phantasmagoric
and i've a busy day ahead.

Friday, July 27, 2018


days are long
but lives are fast

Thursday, October 19, 2017


the drakes sleep in this morning.
the hens begin to preen.
the pond is still. the grass is short.
the fountain is pristine.

where i expected pleasantville,
i lucked into eden.

every chime rings consonance.
the guard dogs bark politely.
the garage doors hardly make a sound.
a sidewalk propels me home.

Thursday, September 28, 2017


i'm glad we shared life;
i'm glad i fell when you fell.
i'm glad i fell;
strayed, crumpled,
smoothed, strayed.
though it might never break,
the chain is weak.

i'm glad i loved;
in kirksville in atlanta,
in ecuador in tulsa.

though it might never break,
it's barely visible.
though it might never break,
schedule the burial;
though it might never break.

i'm glad you taught me
the road led to hell.
i'm glad i drove.
from I-75 N to I-24 W
then I-64 W to I-61 N
from US-36 to US-63.

i'm glad you woke up
with no vows.

in st louis in busan,
in geoje in kc.

though inconsequential,
comprehensible, painful;
i'm glad i loved,
i'm glad you're there.

Sunday, May 7, 2017


held up against a wall
pinned and hopeless.

abscond and participate
in generation me.
accelerate the ending;

jam a fist into a socket.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016


i like
that you like
that i smell like coffee.

i like
that you like
when i feel your kindness.

i like
that you like
when i compliment you.

you like
that i like
that you take them well.

you like
that i like
our inevitable smiles.

you like
that i like
our running joke about a factory.

Thursday, December 24, 2015


as i recall you, unabashed--
no pretense or prior calculation
(you were even conjured when i saw gloves
made to prevent burns from grills

as your grandfather had nearly done damage
to himself one time i saw you,
in that time near tolkien and tranquil pools and
carpentry and gin and brooke's fear of welfare),

for pursuit, being the only being
i cannot shake, lithe utopia,
my scattershot, who sent me
in a faraway place, like a Faraday cage,

dinosaur comics and wishes and words
that emanated warmth and sincerity,
for cultivating your self, as you are
irreplaceably a part of my mosaic,

that you, once, picked up two shreds of soul
and demonstrated their mending,
as your handiwork is ever-present
in this, my second act,

for all these things, and because
your starlight sounds will be,
are, ready for you at last,

that you might know your tiny acts
resonate and reverbate and steady.