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Six Month’s Poem for T. Wake up elated thoughts of coffee sunlight on fresh- cut lawn, windows open, breeze our animals this home. –4.21.07

In their disastrous bodies or “in there,” the cave that begins as a mouth the cat’s decorated to look like a club no mouse could resist and tongues out a long red carpet and neon eyes announce it this is … Continue reading →

From up there on the ridge a strange mewling, as of cats strained through metal, the wind no guest of space, more like the other way around, cacti and tumbleweed dragging themselves through the scenery: red rock, dust, shadow transformed … Continue reading →

Someone plugs in the flowers. Thoughts spring to life. The cable goes out. Sensory overload. Dog sniffs dead phone. Surgeons rapel down walls. “Before the flowers of love faded, love faded.” But the lovers were stuck together in hell. Forever … Continue reading →

What’s the name of this place? I know. Mandy told Mindy about it and she called Candy and now we’re here, I mean we could be gone any moment I know. Like did you hear about all those animals at … Continue reading →

It is in the spot I’m going to now. The secret. The real secret is I’m already there, you are too. So’s the lightning and wind it’s stapled to, like a slip from the nurse’s office letting you out early. … Continue reading →