kingsoftrain

I say
to my brother
the word
dog
in another
language
I wonder
does it know
does the dog
(does the language)
make doll
grow
is there another
doll
and is it
starving
on sooner
foods
is the gun
to its head
all part
of the dog
the being
of my brother’s
there

boy

(whose blood
is a fairy tale
kept
in his brain)

(who sees himself
reciting
for threesomes
the denial
of peter)

has his mother
cut the gum
from his hair

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some recent poems:

[gut musics]

walking
a blank
stretch

to rival / the disappearing /

wilderness
of starvation

/ the bride
of reflection
with her dog
made of sticks

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[motel variance]

fuck am I to do
boy

with a resurrected
moth

–

her decoy’s
clock
distracted
by time, she swims

to have
no ghost

–

on tv
the carpenter
dies
we adjust
his tinfoil
hat

–

cleaning
is in
the blood

let them think

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[repast]

god as the complete
thought
I shared
with death…

skull
short
for squirrel

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[from a letter to my body]

when there are no mothers, I will crawl toward the one sitting with what her legs couldn’t burn and I will ask my blood to be the same fish

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[dog musics]

i.

brother
while slicing
an apple
changes
his name
to earshot

ii.

an orange eats everything
but its mask. there was no ocean

iii.

until we hid from the storm. ticks are crickets

iv.

that belong to the poor

you won’t
drink it
but ask
anyway
for a glass
of milk.

vigil.

that bone you broke
while swimming.