From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes"
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes" A collection of Juvenilia
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I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart my own heart was closed if it was closed to him Maharajii said,
A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
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 cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
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
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—