Empowerment
“Drama” is just a sound. Distant festivals diffuse across a wash of sunshine, birds, saxophone. The waves assault beaches, dragging garbled glazes to the bottom of the lake.
“Drama” is just a sound. Distant festivals diffuse across a wash of sunshine, birds, saxophone. The waves assault beaches, dragging garbled glazes to the bottom of the lake.
When you stagger into empty parking lots: this sky, cobalt-mauve, crawls over you.
Inattention resembles pauses between leaves. Streetlights aren’t hollow late May; they spill over with midges.
As you sprawl through squinted alleys, thought coughs and slurs.
The leaves of an evergreen veer like ribs bent into needles. Our shaggy gray cat, caught in the rain, involves carpet with burrs of water.
Witchcraft, on screen, real time.
My talisman and my fetishes sink in this humid cascade of crackling showers. They fall to earth with quaking.
Our sisters live silently along the fault.
Soft muffleheads; they don’t bite, don’t sting. When I stand naked in the smudged incandescence of a room lit only by monitor, they playfully tickle over my skin.
from Black River Ghosts
the echo slowly consumed with you
waking caked with crackling moods
after transparent songs drift down the rain-wrung streets
a passage of moonfrosted cars
the field i first dropped acid in
says strong winds bring back her fathers hands
during import of our parents’ flaws
after faintness attains translucency
the scented epinephrine
whirling down upon zen-peaked roofs
says this and says that
after amphetamine spells your blood
from Black River Ghosts
the field with the astonished moon
says the music the music
after faintness attains translucency
in abandoned department stores numbers corpse and peel
voices of the shattered parking lot
crushing through smoky grades of icy slush
after troubled silence
licks the waves leave you with
waking to a health that burns
moon weeping into the roll of black river