When I write I set time in its place.
If you see me fall asleep jog me
With your whole soul.
But now into the foreword
Of this marvelous luck
I linger to a
Phenomenal and accountable patent.
The halo as it wanes
Over the pores of a raging
The known and unknown things
Between being alive
You live both undivided.
Time makes poetry superior than time:
Poetry proves life superior than itself.
There is a muck that discovers you.
I’ll seeing you.
Let the forms be ignored. Whatever they may be.
Currently during sorpe
a ceasing vibration of a scene
accepting the figurehead of my existence
speculates on the vaudeville of poetry.
The misconceptions that leave you staggered;
Do not take so personally
the pointless affliction
of the miserable silence
the massive night.
This morning the uneven Malebranche Street
leads to that; for which you could kill me
in order to describe it.
I’ll be seeing you.
*From the collection “My Bones In The Soup Of My Grave”, Ragged Lion Press 2019.