Poetry

and I begin again: I am many persons.

and I multiply each crown by the strength of my patience. […]

Brando is nowhere to be found. He’s a rust of a man, most of the time.
Air too lush and still plump with his gel-scent, all his gelatine-smooth.
This hall misses him like an emptied palm. Too bad. […]

I thought of you today
from the corner of the classroom
near the terrarium tank
where a Chilean Rose-Haired Tarantula hides […]

I will tie
up my hair

and stay sober
with the cries […]

When I strove for soldier poetics, I strove for canistered ghosts to fire down the shampoo aisle. […]

Palmsweat rests lightly

on my shoulder. I know

when to talk, when to dig. […]

Against the sun, there nothing but glare the critical
essay writes itself blind spots the politics of young
alienated boys cheerleading an every day atrocity […]

city why when I am with you are we always drinking when I like you better when we are not drinking          is it you    are you maybe always drinking because when someone is drinking    I want to […]