all the teeth on my jaw go loose, i spit them into your hand and feel the mole holes in my gums. it mattered where we stood; it is of uncertain future.

5). 

A voice like gnats swirling under a porch light, sourceless and blue, they move unlike smoke in my wake. I know it to be a ghost without its shadow. 

6). 

length-stretching, after-catching fish in the backyards of others I drop them scattered like small white feathers on the carpet, retracing my path like breadcrumbs. 

like the coastline

I’ve lived at its fingertips, I’ve traced

it to slender and sweeping-

writhing white blindness to waking smoke.

I know it like I know you

vast like I was never there

helpless like a trueness 

I know mountains: I know deserts

-you

are the sea

forgetlings:

My ancestry is the sun
Maintenant je suis maudit
Now I am an outcast

Perfect your beauty
Perfect your sensitive life
Your soul arriving quiet and searching
Wandering, embracing –

Here I add a word –
Unforgotten

We are underfed
But there is heavy sweetness
In a warm dark bruise

“Going to Georgia”

Mountain Goats

Passing window after window bleeding tungsten

When the night is thick I drive

deeper in the tree lines trailing an

orange like parking lots

Humming

We chase our own light and exhale

tirelessly in our wake

asphalt still picking my knees from its

Skin

I keep walking trying to find new memories before

this place forgets them

I picked its mind and found under mud, inside trees bowing lower to

Houses calling closer

Watching the sunset on the field until the trucks came in

What they left unburied gets unearthed

Poured full with concrete

Stepping on urchins in my dreams

Picking shards from the soles

of my feet

In memory the fall sky forms

Deeper than anything I’ve seen lately

Weaving different smoke into my clothes

And a waning moon whose face

I hope to still recognize in a crowd

The slip into anaphora

when I say ‘house’ instead of ‘homeland’

The Voice and the Peak

Tennyson

(a dream from 12/21/13)

A mountain’s ridge and peak close,

the winds endless throw snow into the air like

the smoke from a candle blown out

you store trees up there, tied up. 

The ocean, i see it between treetops, suddenly, it almost

seems like a wave stopping just short of flooding your home.

it stands deep and tall remembering Egypt

you defy distance and dive in-

In colors together, you say something of me.

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