They say children are our futureBut he tried to erase their present Their fear ends our lives, our lives feed their fearsTheir fear ends our lives, our lives feed their fears Aaron, don’t you weepAndre, don’t you weep Seasoning aisles with rotten leadCracking open the shells of dreamsThe hot black muzzle melting faithTearing into an … Continue reading Black Buffalo
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EP: America by Allen Ginsberg
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till I’m in my … Continue reading EP: America by Allen Ginsberg
EP: No Good Bones by Maggie Smith
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.Life is short, and I’ve shortened minein a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,a thousand deliciously ill-advised waysI’ll keep from my children. The world is at leastfifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservativeestimate, though I keep this from my children.For every bird there is a stone thrown at … Continue reading EP: No Good Bones by Maggie Smith
Bogoshipoh
The thought of...whatbeing with you would be likehas circumnavigated my earsswarmed my dreams andhijacked the daily bubble'sThe thought of...whatbeing with you would be likehas circumnavigated my earsswarmed my dreams andhijacked the daily bubble'sThe thought of...whatbeing with you would be likehas circumnavigated my earsswarmed my dreams andhijacked the daily bubble'sA signal stolen and encodedwith your bodies … Continue reading Bogoshipoh
Trashed
On the first page of my scroll I'm in a small provincial cityIn a frisky foreign country The apartments all darkenedMinuscule storefronts shuttered Hours before a suggested curfewIt's always a cool and calm evening My traditional "sober" mask in onI'm walking past a trim street corner Where I admittedly shouldn't beAlone, wavering and coatless againOut … Continue reading Trashed
EP: The Herdsman
I'm herdsman of a flock. The sheep are my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and my ears And my hands and feet And nostrils and mouth. To think a flower is to see and smell it. To eat a fruit is to sense its savor. And that is … Continue reading EP: The Herdsman
Antiseptic Zirconias
A boy collected dried elks from gangling husks in Jersey kicked land moved north on purple quails randomly several tried understanding Victor who x-rayed young zigzaggers
EP: Envoi
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast subjects known, Then were there cause in thee that should condone Even my faults that heavy upon me lie And build her glories their longevity. Tell her that sheds Such treasure in the air, Recking … Continue reading EP: Envoi
Sandy Toes
Sand is always unsteady Never still Where will it end up Stop stirring When will the breeze tire Break free Will it escape the moon, Or clap With a sizzling audience Carrying warmth Swirl through cracked roads Remaining fluid Rubbing the darkest corners As freed grains Burring unfamiliar wisdom In the glass By Amaury Genao
EP: Suppose
suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held between his thumb and first finger (i say “will he buy flowers” to you and “Death is young life wears velour trousers life totters,life has a beard” i say to you who are … Continue reading EP: Suppose
The Eclogues 
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