Middle School
They’ve gotten my classes crisscrossed
sulking here swallowing the wrong,
compacted in the regular classroom.
I belong
in a seat that calls my name
not here in …
Poetry
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Knaackstraße 82, 1996 (Schicksalslied)
Wie lieblich sind deine Wohnungen
(Johannes Brahms, Deutsches Requiem/Psalm 84)I
Keusch bewahrt,/ In bescheidener Knospe: In downstairs Berlin bars she meets young men
while machines rip the city’s … -
Cling
Just gravity pulling what free
bodies it touches down, and at times
their refusal. Despite this shaking over
the mouth of the trash, a plate
holding its residue. Adherence the … -
After the Idea of the Flood Recedes
with borrowings from Rimbaud, “Après le Déluge”
in a turbulent dream,
I wake troubled, confused,
a tabby nosing round the sheets…the market stalls are dressed in meat,
bavetted, boned, … -
Eros / ion
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Hatred of the Various Grays
I am grunting along the 60, returning
from Calvary Mortuary in East LA
where I walked into the wrong
services. My good friend’s mom
suddenly gone and me wandering halls
looking for the moon: Luna, …
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I am holding a dying dog
because no one else will. His eyes
are white and cracked like the moon,
little crescents. And when I set
him down, he runs, not knowing
where he’s going. … -
Seaside
Last night I read Lorca in the bathtub
Three candles and an incense lit
My cigarette blending with steam and bubbles
Lavender and Epsom sinking to the bottom
The eucalyptus … -
French Roast, La Silencia Resistencia in California
My cup of coffee has gone
stale in the late afternoon and it hits
me as the cloudy stuffiness of suburbia creeps
through the kitchen screen door:
assault is …