(for Zach) I had a friend who had a 1956 Bel Air—frame chunky, smooth; I still feel from its soft head lamps a hypnotic daze that suggests every mile, every driveway it saw since it began twenty years before I was born… Didn’t you tell me, once, you wanted an El Camino: half truck, halfContinue reading “Chrome Histories”
EAT PUSSY blared the bumper of the car next to me; someone had taped out the message in block letters, then spray-painted the bumper, then removed the tape, to reveal EAT PUSSY; at first I was annoyed, I bristled at the banner on the bumper, but then I caught myself, realized myself, and realized aContinue reading “Eat Pussy”
Who’s going to throw the very first stone?Oh! Who’s going to reset the bone?Walking with your head in a slingWant to hear the soldier sing
(from “In Praise Of Limestone”) If it form the one landscape that we, the inconsistent ones are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly because it dissolves in water.
(from “Dao De Ching”) “What is the bad man, but the good man’s job.”
(for Mason) It’s sad what losing you taught me about you. It’s—so!—sad how I dearly love those things very cool, sweet, sharp; you cannot see how you to me are cool, sweet, thumbtack sharp. I treasure the sacred flaws I find when I find awe; you will not see how your very body burns withContinue reading “Why You Don’t Feel In Love”
From “Voyages II” …bind us in time, o seasons clear, and awe.o minstrel galleons of carib fire,bequeath us to no earthly shore untilis answered in the vortex of our gravethe seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward paradise.