Who

1. ever so speaketh in my direction will finally know us for what we are

2. is in our new apartment and swinging twenty four hundred a month how ridiculous
and unsavory upon the dark chapped and leathered stilt

3. in the darkroom was lunging towards the outside

4. has such a cute soft glow c’mere

5. minds these unnameable trolloping trends. A window leech. A pineappled page of
white noise hung up as Target art

6. can speak the name of God God can i guess if God so chooses to name God’s self in
God’s Special Way

7. holds fourth secresy i have no idea how it is amongst these people

8. talked amongst the sorting like a curious ageless white-rimmed

9. holds the dark points of static bodies

10.opened the monoculture and glanced one-dust-eye out into my Arrakis-esque-bedroom

11.is a sequence of amaranth on a pulley system

12.clicks the snares

13.holds an undone behemoth

14.ever so speaketh on the end of the second week gets no verses just the start of

patterns ending in like four thousand small editorial accidents

15.was extraordinary for its immensity

16.was that trumpets lets go one by one this time

17.was ol brass how can you not know this did you not study

18.Merwin held as he grieved his magicianship

19.i became after i became a piece of sidewalk chalk

20.out-bounded these mistakes

21.turned on the war turn that off

22.asks if it is hungry or even eats in that sense of the word in this reality

23.sneered at the sacred

24.can i ask for directions aside from the proletariat reflective traffic goons

25.minds? not me so much i guess

What Nashville Has To Offer To The Universe At Large

How steam might become religious in its vacancy, in it’s life, in its emotional wonder,

in its compection, its visor, the amazement of intelligence

for your children, we have an extra large waffle iron

for yourselves, we are proud

to offer mediocre religious radicalization

in the shape of a polo-striped tesseract

entering a small nebulaeous fetal like form

must i pee? i must. how terrible

to be positioned next to all these positrons in my own voice

miminicry is thy name

waiter, and i am Sir Steven your dark lord

Exigetical curriculum in the allowance of water

to take shape, to take shape, to take the water

into your pores, bloated, cancerous, an amazement of terraformed

prescience. you did it. you did it. you did

not much