genitalia 1
In the garden
the tree
of hair
Later,
god up
at night
genitalia 2
In the dream
they shove an egg
down my pants
and start
punching
Later,
I keep my jeans on
Swim
to the lake’s
middle
genitalia 3
A man can be seen sitting on the roof of his mother’s house. He has a gun, or a stick, and some say they can hear a baby crying. I am the man’s most quiet brother. A cop talks to my brother from below and is pointing at my brother’s dog and is telling my brother that we are all going to count to three and the dog will die. My brother screams it isn’t his dog. The dog looks hurt. I think by this.
genitalia 4
In my brother
a child
asks
for a child
hoodless
boy
Later,
there is no
future
in being
the surgeon
of an angel
Lately I touch
with yours
my subscription
to pain, I love
my children too much
to be a good father
This doesn’t even go here
Imagine finishing a poem about debt
God’s
genitalia 5
In this grunting spectacle
of machines
that go
nowhere
I cannot
put my mouth
on the animal that’s having my memories
Later,
God with death’s
perfect baby
genitalia 6
thoughtless
star
unmoved
by the newborn’s
lifetime
of regret
genitalia 7
a grey
lightbulb
for a lost
moth
genitalia 8
In the castration
dreams
of bewildered
angels
or in the surveillance
dreams
of the unaroused
might one
pick up smoking
yes
to empty
the wrist of god
genitalia 9
The boy
Litmus
dies
and is briefly
dead
A dog
in the dark
mourns
the turned off
snowball
of the human
heart
Loneliness
isn’t
perfect
perfect
genitalia 10
Touch has one parent
who can draw
up to three
body types
Every parent after that uses their hands to find the thing they’ve hit you with
Let us edit our nudes in the place machine
genitalia 11
I am only
made
.
genitalia 12
Imagine being stabbed.
Now, imagine being stabbed.
I am the body my tenderness haunts.
I am the mouth
my mouth
is on. To sob, enter god. Close
the god
behind you. In and out
of seeing
yours
these are
my eyes.
A person is gone.
genitalia 13
A man screams that he remembers being a child. His last mother weighs herself inside of a piano playing a song later named something nearer to
the permanence of a crow in the snow. We play word games as a family because we think that kid is dead not living
and burned. I hide my eating at the inn and my food in the church’s basement. No one is first to the body. No one is second. The future makes what it can of faster longing. It’s not much but it’s much.
genitalia 14
Noon, moon, none. Time loses itself in the drone company’s rabbit hole of plainness. Touch reaches an age. Love no one.
genitalia 15
A cricket listening for god
The longing
of the ocean
to lie
down
The plain search history of our saddest child
Father’s
job
younger
younger
God the next
cricket
genitalia 16
A boneless deer in the dream resistant stomach of an angel
The mouth
model
for the loneliest
mouth
award
The single-use hand of god the boy
Shape’s collection of entry
forms
genitalia 17
All has been seen by the same image. My singing is a ripped bird sent to a scarecrow. When are you going to stop writing about god asks god. My mother texts me dream’s grocery list of suspended women. Male I touch in a male way. Kill water watching my son boil. Peephole, feeding tube. Ghostless babies weigh the guilt of escaping heaven.
genitalia 18
Salt is a word you can't find in your past. Killing occurred to god but not before having a brother. No one drinks more than a fast learner turned on by nostalgia. Sometimes when we love a mom an angel cuts its throat in a noise machine. I got this tattoo in my sleep.
genitalia 19
the mouth that flew into my mouth has begun to open in yours
mouth of god, mouth of god
how do I close the mouth of god
maybe we kissed
it didn’t
fly
no image for that
two people, Eden, a spoonful of snow
last genitalia
A cigarette fills with the distance it cannot eat while a drunk man in a treehouse writes his son toward a smaller death
So what if in the future I’m thinking on the death I left for god
A lifetime of stomach pain for Abel’s imaginary friend
Dream that expected someone else
kingsoftrain 
Leave a comment