mine, self-published, are here:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad
~
some recent poems:
[cigarette gospel]
on a stage
in a beaten
field
a man
new to walking
is opening
with his hands
the belly
of a shark
that’s eaten
by word of mouth
a local
priest
whose fingernails
miss teeth
like an angel
~
[bowl and psalm]
his inner monologue made of water.
a pill
in a drop
of rain.
a rabbit on a leash. a dead bird
in a woman’s hat.
wind.
my eye for my other
oh town
of Ark.
~
[untitled]
I vandalize the outside of a church in a city designed by men with bad teeth and there I mistake a drop of blood for a penny and begin to last forever
~
[the men of left field] for brother Noah
I think / in a past / life / my sense / of touch / was yours
–
mother / ain’t once / lost / while pregnant / a baseball / in the sun
–
thunder / is lightning’s / empty stomach
~
[I see in your newer work]
the propping up of rootless boys and the past changing only what was. your father the spinner of flea market globes. a bat in the barn with the head of a chicken. your mother returning to god the ghost you painted for death. your son wetting the bed. right of owl, left of crow.
~
[annotations for son]
a small creature was shot
stumbled
and became
my handwriting.
two of my legs
need god.
~
[the quiet that comes after a two car accident on a country road]
could strangle
an owl
cast
perhaps
as a mole
listening
to the belly
of a stopped
deer
~
[stars from a glass eye]
its gaze
a eulogy
for distance
the animal
is mostly
pity
~
[untitled]
I practice sleep, the responsible
silence
–
echo and ear
make
in their many
mirrors
a minor
error
–
anonymouse, common spelling
–
I have nothing
and I have
nothing
on the mailman’s
story
of the burning
stork
–
my son
shares a brain
with his brain
I don’t speak
to those
I tell
~
[thinning]
under the monster’s bed
a child
haunted
by normalcy
gags
on a goldfish
from the painter’s
darkroom
~
[story]
on the shell of my brother’s first turtle
the inscription
campfire
at the end
of the world
~
[impact]
as for the tree’s supposed headache, I don’t want to give it teeth.
your twin has tried to leave a dream.
~
[his body a small sorrow]
the proofreader
of grief
~
[akin]
just born and his bones go south. cigarette, first-aid, airport. off-brand invisible ink: a memoir. I want knowledge to be sadness. cassettes went away because we stopped recording god.
~
[abuse errata]
this mannequin
that we now
deliver
to the oral
loneliness
of circles
died
left-handed
~
[white movie]
death’s dog wouldn’t kill a pony
says the man only men can hear.
repeat after me
says the baby.
nothing’s publicist.
~
[you were born the day your body came for you]
photograph
what you cannot
lift
~
[element]
after
the talking
animals
of body
horror
and before
acolytes
anonymous-
the wrong
dying
baby
~
[untitled]
a movie
to father
an extra
room
where the more
are less
to feed
~
[without me]
eat
as often
as a squirrel
mad
for the ghost
of a nesting
doll
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