From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes"
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes" A collection of Juvenilia
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Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,