Poetry

machine-made men

you will find the best spaces
for this conversation in our dreams – there, you’re tied to nothing and
your tongue can tap the roof of your mouth in digital motion – up/down, on/off – there’s
no transition point to …

master of the mists

you must be master of the mists.
the closer I look at you
the more you wrap yourself in fog.
you’re a mystery, man, woman, or which one are you?
you appear as if you don’t appear.
when you come, …

The Making

That was how I made
a song dropped
from a microphone
into your vault
and it echoed as moans

We wove the song
with our dark and
hairy secrets

with my lightning
driving into
your hollow

It is possible that…

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On the Second Distribution of Whites

she comes in on a squall line
like merlin in the moat
pond water in her tonsils
tar balls in her teeth
she settles down in a tropical
depression
right front quadrant shouldering
in
raw-cuss knock-turn-ill bliss
I’m anointed in …

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Her Last Sale

Credit: Serubiri Moses, 2013. From the Africa Issue

she was just above a score
when she started vending
atoms of her beauty
for the worth of shylock’s pound of flesh

then she subdued
the pillars of gods
with smiles
& …

Invisible Lines

Image Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013

 

Open your eyes to see the invisible lines

Which you have drawn like lines of latitude

Or longitude across this spinning ball

Open your eyes to see

The well …

Gloom is Half-Naked

Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013. 

 

So church bells have tolled all night
Mother said she dreamt of winds that pollinated madness and
Of 30 silver pieces, the price of gold and gold-plated tomatoes
Jewels sprouting from …

Despoiled

I dig the ground for the coins not hidden there

I search the open heavens for the symbol not visible

I groan amidst green buds cracking in the wind

as the sun beats the earth of a thousand souls

 …

Nothing

The soft sound of water spraying onto
Ceramic tile
Words that don’t exist stick
In the back of the
Tongue

I rest my head against a stool imagining
Weightless property,
Move me;
Sideways.

Serotonin and glial cells
Holding up mass…

An Appeal to Obdurate Objects

There are measuring tools that refuse to check in
Science of proxemics, spatial intelligence, small expectations

Locating, relocating, all should have bearing
Otherwise the entire geodetics industry is a sham

Rooting, re rooting can jar the soul
But not the …

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