And hey guys, a week of poems is nice, but come back tomorrow for a fun announcement. Hope you all had an awesome week of poetic whimsy! And and and, the poems I've selected for you on this fine evening span the range of my last eight hundred untitleds. Whoah! Dig!
for an epic song of none willing
suspend the motion of time inside a copper bowl
and tin fork and lead spoon
she sang the song that composed the whole world
as I rattled and batted fly paper in a highchair
black feathers fall onto the lane
ditches of endless turkey bones tossed from caravans
into the crevasse
over when where you were little
a thing like nimble so
slender you had to tack your clothes with tacs
and jump the gulf just to get away
forget the white cords around her fingers
in the hall of the Aztec gods. let her listen to the piano instead. bake
your hand in a gold oven.
die slowly, but be well, and kiss the crisp lid of the sunrise.
oh so it is chaos green in the leaves of the summer
and the concrete sidewalk once white
now stamped in secret phone numbers belonging to liaise faire
kinds and all
and might behind
such statements to frame a concubine
only a warm up, mere formality
my good swan,
look to the eves
of the moon when on a horse comes riding
some men armed to the hilt and
I will eat their teeth and devour ,
their simple reverie for the bold and the damned.
simple oh it is simple,
give me my good bread and I will leave
this town tonight and on the twilight I will strike the church bell with my copper hammer as I go