Some of my poems. I have many more, in various states of revision,
but these feel more or less finished.
Lullabo
Where continents swell,
should you and I dwell
with the common idea,
without longing or fear,
that the fading frontier
and the faulting Pangaea
are illusory, we
could abide by the sea,
and would never be sure
that the shifting of sands
in the drifting of lands
made them worse than they were.
Morning Decree
At six a.m. everything tastes like bile.
The sun belies a soul's nocturnal grace
like a witch on trial.
The sun's on trial, and if my violent saints
find the sun to have falsely lit its space,
it shall be blotted out with pastel paints.
Flesh to Stone
The mind's eye, so lustful an organ,
against her baser judgement looks
to that contemporary gorgon
which turns men to books.
In this new form of permanence,
the academic's diffidence,
somewhere in the eyes,
reflects a brief and failed pretense
to hide those final motions of surprise.
haiku
love, cached in a pip
bounds music-drunk across felt
to some random still