THE CAPITAL
between the humming
of things & humming of
a continental swerve
resembles nothing
more than reading southward
i’m disgusted
with my generation’s pursuit
of irony
stand still when the wave
comes crashing down
an intent beyond
the high treason of dolor
am trying to picture it
beyond crepuscular mandala
are you fucking serious
closer to a figuration
without censor
i salute the kneeling players
EYESIGHT
partly because love
travels through much
of these lines
ears & glyphs follow
something like a rash move
& various kinds
of self-denial
at the same damn time
don’t surrender your fifties
to the click of a button
queen as king
alternation of tongues
these boots oaths burgers
& those who were born
to porn & scientific racism
their intentional misperception
their culpability
their disguised hatred
DISCOURSE
white light into white wire.
lately they’ve become
targets of regret
& exposure to visas.
is the road here
to replace fled love?
no matter how straight it is.
later the plum
in a periplum waits
creaks rocks.
like a suffix
we can’t step into twice.
