above the wall of black suits swallows in an endless sky

lasting horse small panacea

women and children in the name of organized religion

if I don't change the world never will

Lascia ch'io pianga rain within the rain again

first cricket still discussing sunlight

between borders the hunger of stitched mouths

dead end the grip of miscalculated stars

dead silence the night grinds us between teeth

that which keeps me afloat a flageolet on a g-string

beneath the Perseids summer's last bbq

this bleeding a measure for time and birds hollow I don't echo the soil

platform of microphones the puppeteer's twitch

disarming the war orphan's giggles

"gone fishing" the sign on the confessional door

down a viscous stream | glass flowers bid me farewell

city clamor || somewhere a desert rose sprouts

cirss-crossing Abraham's sky metal despair

still gathering no moss the Rolling Stones

war zone || an ancient god's disfigured face

my death poem ~ I'll paint it with ash, asphalt and rose petals

walking a dirt road ur a fish eating History

lemon dish soap washing the lemon

among footnotes a religion flowers and spreads

waiting for a tv-box to work I wash the bedroom floor twice

in the thousand arms of Kali a late night tango

not long after the ocean who could have known

staring in the rift   the pull of my bones

where the green was red in its place

inside the ten thousand things kaleidoscope