Neighbor Vampire
The bones and crosses left out for him an emerald
Cicada dying attended by ants the emperor’s pleading face
All over town I dragged it behind me like a wing
The backdrop of thinning smog snow this endless study
Of heretics and the horses that thrash under their images
An entire ocean as point of reference the tournament beginning
After dawn I walk through the gate unconfronted fat veins
Of sand running under the house lightning in the valley I glide
Through the clear sky as it stands still like a building
The dusk’s figure in blue hailing a cab I was just checking
Out the clouds again just a little slower and they’re not moving
One factor of night is added to another then the dead ask me
To wiggle my toes to prove I'm the still living ghost of here
Pilot Light
Not looking for a certain way to feel the rain and
The music form teams then stop discussing instead
At the wall one leaves the room and no one sees
Another leaves and it’s on the tongues into a dusk I could
Have designed my day of nightmares scrapes night
I smoked in the woods without lungs the verbs free to make
More of themselves departing full of invented memories
I was looking for ways to go through the non margin
In the air of the room the runnels between the parked
Traffic already the questions crowd the margins the easy
Breaths the calm of my face I’m one half nearly ready
To crash out and one half eager to outshine this all
Doom Transmission
I keep a straight face for the observers those stars
Buzzing in a shared darkness a man on the television
Swallows faces something I meant to record that
Slipped the lines coming down through a face a face
Like a stone at the bottom of a fountain getting smoky
From the anonymous woods had no transition on hand
No fallback I had no idea what I might want to say
How much longer I could go on like that until the never
Ending pennsylvania night the musculature the ponderous
Hooves mesmerization as a history of horses a woman
In a pink dress and cowboy boots face after face after
Corsage cortege puking in the mass produced shrubbery
A face spilling out face after face I wore new clothes tried
To enjoy myself I had lived in their radios for decades
Carrot Fields
I cannot see past them the earth curves what I learned
Of the place came back a hole chewed through a cupboard
An old book wedged between boards and drywall never
Pull so hard you tear your fists apart from the green sky
The greenish slopes I have done this many times and it
Never hurts the rats of heaven the marauding clouds this century
The final yield of kindness is barely enough to make
The effort worth the thought of it the limit of forgiveness
Will be obscured but not by me not in this slight lifetime
The blind mouth opens like an eye drinks a distillation of memory
Flown like a kite it comes down to fertilizer and white rain
Taproots doing their mimetic work below the crust no one
Speaks my brow's language anymore a come down from there
Mentality at work why I think of every furrow as the last