Poetry
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Collecting, yes, collecting still
the next / will nourish me / better I say yes / the next will fill me up.
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Untitled, despite my want
The rain / tries to remind me that all a cloud is, is collection—and perhaps / I am.
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Nocturnal vanishing act
When you fall as often as I do / (three times a day and once a night), it’s hard not / to disappear into your own shadow puppets.
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Sitting in Washington Square Park with Allen Ginsberg
I stop, will myself to split the thought in two. / I am always a finger’s breadth away from a gentle danger.
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Ouroboros
Every name I pull out of my hair is a soft / blow to the spine, decibels for Newtons.
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SUBSTANCE
there is a two-inch gap behind my books, / a mouth stuffed with shiny aluminum / packaging
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The tree outside the barbershop
was struck down / sometime last / night, its Siamese / boughs / wrenched from / each other