from ‘naked in dog years’ (self published April 2024)

From naked in dog years (self published April 2024):


AWAY

The poor, when poor, comfort god with horror films.  

One misses 
with others 
with a single 
letter 
an entire 
language.

Being is everywhere.

Angels erase death for having a memory.

Thinkers in the violet 
capital 
of atrocity

invent 
thought.

God
is ok.


HUMAN EFFORT

I don’t know
what’s worse
god liked
me once


OUTSIDE OF THE DREAM WE SEE MOSES BREAK A SKATEBOARD OVER HIS KNEE

A black leaf is trying to make a fist

A baby
is scraping
by


I DRANK, IT DID NOT SNOW, AND WE CRIED AS ONE OVER THE THEFT OF THE WINDOW-SHOPPER’S HUNGER

Rain
writes
to god
mostly
about
skin

A mirror 
traps a mirror
Our proof

is the same


THUNDER HEARS NOTHING AND THIS IS THE NUMBER OF DRINKS IT TAKES TO LIKE ME

I dream myself into a fact about god

How to heal
your sick
son: Wait
his whole life
to miss him
then don’t

In Ohio
we kill
our dead


POSSIBLY I WAS ONLY EVER A SHAPE BEING BENT INTO A BATH OF NAKED BLOOD

A bombed place is a place remembered every second by time.

Touch has three fathers 
or a mother with double vision.

Was god told the mirror it could see.  


GARDEN POEM

Adam had a gun and Eve said do something with your mouth. God asked the gun to make nakedness. The gun heard loneliness. The animals ate each other because there was no fruit.


FUNERAL POEM

With each
new dream
I’m dead
longer
to the same
people.

I learn their language
by knowing
what to say. Mine

by sleeping
naked
near a god
whose creator

is a changed
creature. I get

about as far
as a bullet
dragging
an angel. Sound

is a small
collector.

Sound
is a small
collector.

~~~~~

naked in dog years, 55 pages
April 2024
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