A movie I had muted was playing and my son coughed and coughed
I am tired of my own love
When I am sad in a poem about my parents
I mention
an animal
Before my kids
I died
from seeing
them die
The cricket of my loneliness is the ghost of an ant
Time
ran into god
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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
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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
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a grey
lightbulb
for a lost
moth
Moms don't die this way.
The poem is easy to read.
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thoughtless
star
unmoved
by the newborn's
lifetime
of regret
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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
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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
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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.
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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
