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Friday, August 18th, 2017
9:36 am
We Never Did Too Much Talking Anyway

Rioting Politely

They gather,
The social gulls,
And study without artifice,
Examining her presence
Like a walking profile picture,
Like a 1950s glamor shot
In silver blacks,
A glossy flat construction of desire.

I know
A night and then a day
Would shake them,
Unexpected body hair,
A fermented breath,
Uncolored grays,
The vicious arrows flying every step closer.
They would never make the quirks
Into eternal obsessions,

My endless maze.

Talk and drink.
She only cast her eyes on me

And yet she saw
The paper smile,
The prop of suit and tie,
A turtle overturned
Sunk in the sands of the shore.

- 8/18/17
Thursday, August 17th, 2017
10:46 am
With an Intellect and a Savior-Faire / No One in the Whole Universe Will Ever Compare


The cutting stain of flame
Against the pliant darkness
Still is shocking,

Like an angel found guilty,
Like a torch embossing underwater ocean routes.

We tax the trailing days as starving magi
Collecting comets
Shattered by the earth.

Will all the pieces fit again
And burst to brilliance?
How many fragments
Hide away forever?

- 8/17/17
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017
10:24 am
Is Love Trying All the Right Moves / To Stop the Walls from Coming Up?

Somewhere Out by Thorp

The river tears and tosses
Everything it slides against,
Unrooting cities,
Nourishing exhausted cracking fields.

The engine's quiet
Although the hood will pop at moments
Underneath the August sun.
She folded up her legs
To move her feet from off the dash
And clear a line for staring through the windshield.

The crops are dying,
She observes
Having no idea who the weeds out here belong to.

She once believed
There's always a little left behind.

I'm only then aware
My jeans are sucking on my thighs
And slurping the tattered seat.
My fingers choke the wheel,
The blood under skin a peachish red.

I'm squeezing alligator eyes
And know despite the passages she once professed,
Cool water never really gushes
From a fist about a riverbed rock.

- 8/16/17
Tuesday, August 15th, 2017
11:48 am
The Warden Comes to Set Me Free / I Grip the Bars / Swallow Up the Key


She only managed
Broken vowels
And engraved regrets
Now white upon her wrists.

You peer from down the brickwork,
Your hands
So tight
Around the wild air

And read the empty red and blue
Of jagged balloon
You pulled to flat
Between well-filed nails.

Monday, August 14th, 2017
3:49 pm
Don't Think About It / You Can Go Crazy

Too Easy

You foolish boy.
A slant of chin,
And jewels spill downhill,

Your fingers break
Too easily.

It's horrible,
She sighs
And craves another.

Clouds don't gather over Ellensburg.
A few are pulled apart
And lie helpless in shreds across the sky.

- 8/14/17
Friday, June 30th, 2017
10:52 am
I Love Who You Are / I Love Who You Ain't


As they crack my lobster chest
Before they strip my mind
And stop the thump that drives me ever on,
If god is real
And god is good,
I'll taste your bottom lip.

- 6/30/17
Thursday, June 29th, 2017
11:29 am
He Takes All Manner of Pills / And Piles Up Analyst Bills

Lion Rock

The days protrude
At angles through the skin
Around the sun.
The nights spill over,
Flooding the valley,
Putting us all to sleep.

There are spirits on the stairs
I hardly notice till the winds
Tear through the town.

The writers mostly lavish love on rimrock
And childhood events
Unrolled like ancient carpeting.
They paint the ridge's violet bitterroot
And quietly arrange escape.

At dawn,
Evaporated silver ghosts arrive
To skim the marbled surface
Of my coffee black.

- 6/29/17
Wednesday, June 28th, 2017
11:13 am
Read Me Like a Book / That's Fallen Down Between Your Knees


"I'm not sure yet,"
She says and fidgets violently,
A frantic failed attempt to light her cigarette.

I for once release,
A sudden tender ocean.
Her heart is wire and wood

I sit bedside
Studying the beautiful design
On the folded flap
In the front of a soggy book of motel matches.

- 6/28/17
Tuesday, June 27th, 2017
11:58 am
Hey, Baby / If You Have to Think Twice / Well You Better Just Forget It / Cause I'm Forgotten Well

Ellensburg 11:59

I take myself apart
And toss the pieces by the headboard,
Planning on stealing the towel

She unties a cotton knot,
Her hair a burning thicket
Stoked by fingers burrowing,
About to drip,
Her mouth an open oven,
A furnace of fire.

Sunday already.by clock stroke.
No children singing.
The bell is molten.
The birds explode about the air,
Escaping nonetheless.

In Oklahoma
Preachers wake to prayer,
To sermons nearly written,
Almost inspired.

We cast a breathless hymn into the air,
The savor of burning hickory,
A forest divided
But not consumed.

- 6/27/17
Monday, June 26th, 2017
12:04 pm
Keepin' It Surreal / Not Sugar-free / My TV Ain't HD / That's Too Real

Slowly Settling

Unnoticed tremor,
Felt by only one

Underneath a bubblegum pop song
On a station not completely tuned,
The silly love lyrics
Soaked in static splashes,

The sense of crosshairs slowly settling.

You gave this up with cigarettes,
With endless evenings of gin.
At last, you'd found the cure.

Your voice has burst the dam.
Your eyes are caught upon a twist of hair.
The air is feeling weirdly thin.
Her story hides the slightest shiver.
Never is a perilous word.

Unnoticed tremor,
Felt by only one
Or two.

- 6/26/17
Friday, June 23rd, 2017
11:06 am
I Can't Believe That Life's So Complex / When I Just Want to Sit Here and Watch You Undress


Her rear and head are pressed into the floor.
Her feet are gnarled rough-grained rock,
Her body bent impossibly,
Her face a folded wound.

At night
From where I sit and watch,
She moves like reeds against the breeze,
Like sheets of silk negotiating fleshly curves,
Like tender glory igniting.

Every god and goddess has an altar.
I love nothing so fiercely,
Not even her.

- 6/23/17
Thursday, June 22nd, 2017
11:10 am
And If You Could Go / You Would, I Know / And If I Could Stay...

Broken Up

Sunny rain,
Tears on top her vinaigrette,
Tiny pools on oil.

The television sitting a table over
Won't let up,
The crazy president,
The rising public debt,
The causes lost and under-mourned,
All empty beats against the pattering
Of the shower crashing the window
In fits.

This is what we do.
We lose our love
And ourselves
And leave our beds
To eat our salads,
Work our desks,
And walk our routes

And soldier on.

We continue the world
Even after it ends.

- 6/22/17
Wednesday, June 21st, 2017
11:54 am
It's These Little Things / They Can Pull You Under / Live Your Life Filled with Joy and Thunder


This is how we nearly make it.

She holds the coasts
I fortify the forests.
Couriers and pigeons infest the rivers,

We both have heard the lies.
The nations are never united.
The vanquished never surrender.
They only hand over their arms
To buy them some time.

Her voice is southern bourbon
Rich with the pepper embers of rye.
Melt down every candle,
Smuggle wax from out the hives.

This yankee wine tonight
Is weak and watery,
My diary,
A letter to the general

- 6/21/17
Monday, June 19th, 2017
11:37 am
U Could Burn Up My Clothes / Smash Up My Ride / Well, Maybe Not the Ride...

Empty Swimming Pool

The sunlight circled,
Drained away behind cutout mountains.
The moon has stared me down.
I've nothing left for you to touch
Or pity.

The air bags don't always deploy.

This final picture,
You're glowing,
Chewing on a pencil,
Smiling aside the camera,
The devil in your Cheshire eyes.

I undid the city gates.
I miscalculated,

I measure myself away
Tablespoons for tea,
Dollars for dimes,
Lifetimes for minutes at midnight.

- 6/19/17
Friday, June 16th, 2017
11:33 am
You're Put Down in Her Book / You're Number Thirty-Seven / Have a Look


Buttercups, Coyote's Eyes,
The selfsame blooms,
Although they wish to split the genus!
She drastically reveals
Beneath eavesdropping clouds
Refusing to fall,

Her sentences

She never learned to filter her English,
An unexpected blessing.

Sixteen bags this Saturday,
A milkshake made of dates,
Midnights of chanting,
Still, my spell prevaricates,
A doomed besiegement without
A slight encouragement.

We talk,
Her words oranges,
The rhythm of rainfall,
The thirst inside the patterns of African drumming,

The flittering of genius,
The deathless flight of the hopeless inspired.

- 6/16/17
Thursday, June 15th, 2017
2:43 pm
"Whoever's Calling / Can't Be as Cute as U" / Right Then and There I Knew I was Through



All the books she breathed,
The halting verse,
The staggered prose,
The disappointed histories,

All the cheese and olives,
Coffee cups and comforters,
The dressings for the drama,

All the times she plunged inside
And never found a pearl.

I gave her all
That I could hold.
I nearly held together.

A porcelain hairline,
Oozing drip,
Then flood,



- 6/15/17
Wednesday, June 14th, 2017
10:32 am
Maybe I'm Too Young / To Keep Good Love from Going Wrong

A Shock of Blonde

You're never grateful,
Ill at ease
Although you almost own it all.

You wish to kiss her.
Glass clams stuffed of olives on slivers,
London dry in weighted tumblers
Spilling everywhere
And soaking everything,
The uniform black and skin

The crying of water in seashells
Falling away from your ear,
A certain shade of pink from childhood
You'll never see again
Glistening on her lips.
Her navel bare
Somewhere over the wood
Within the lights
Between the twisting bodies.

An ivory neck beneath a shock of blonde
Is dancing with a señorita of short hair
As if they knew.
The man who took her hand
Is led discreetly out the back.
Through open windows,
Strains of guitar, pipes, and horns
Do violence to the national anthem.
Your hand is not on top your heart.
You're never grateful.
All you see belongs to you
Or never will.

- 6/14/17
Tuesday, June 13th, 2017
10:36 am
That's What the Ocean Can Know of a Body

Shadows from the Floor

At breakfast
I bit a spear of pineapple,
Its blood a sudden spurt
Across my work shirt.
I wet a towel corner,
But had to dress again.

You resist eviction.
I'm hopeless
Scrubbing shadows from the floor.

Some lovers are sugar
Stirred in swirling waters.
Others linger like tattoos.
Even the glutton winds of Ellensburg
Refuse to take them.

- 6/13/17
Monday, June 12th, 2017
11:20 am
When You Gonna Realize They're Only Pretty Lies?

For Life

Beverages with Beverly,
She finishes her herbal tea
And starts on me.

"Oh, Grey,
You hand your love
Like roses in a Roman square,
Your every endeavor to the temporary tourists.
You're spitting gravel,
Going nowhere,
Watching everyone fly away to home and husbands
With the poetry of currency."

"Why not
Stay down
This time?
You're done."

The flowers grow
Defiantly dumb.
Take them all.

- 6/12/17
Friday, June 9th, 2017
11:03 am
When the Darkness Comes Around / Repeating Heads / Remember Nothing I Have Said

Lost, Ascending

Reading postcards sent ten years ago
And drinking tea already cool,
I'm watching beautiful balloons
With broken strings
Arising confidently over iron skies.

- 6/9/17
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