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Identification never asked to be connection

never claimed such an occupation


Identification casts off synonyms, hyperbole

predicative nominative 

lost its copula

threw away stative verbs


Instead comes to prevent missed connections

correct misconnections

prays for disconnect

to find peace

* * *

Response wakes up

calls call

gets no answer


Switches from monologue

to soliloquy 



Better Ending

Better Ending

Oceans are a continuation of sky

drenched and impatient

with brine

in its teeth


On brackish waves

whispers are lost


While sacrifices                 never forgotten

* * *

Stream and rhythm

are one in

morphological past


And there are other words

from dead languages

seen only in

memories of transliterations

passed over.


No language is dead

so much as hidden.


Words like to run

and do best

when detached from

black skin of text.


Clay left with stylus pressings

are footprints

of sounds getting away.

* * *

Mist is metaphor

being carried

with a tribute to Eurydice

and Lot’s wife.


Tired of song and sermon

salt seemed

a better ending.

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Glazed and into the kiln

is the way it used to be

or sunbaked,

the heroes and hunters

circled the vase.

These days, it’s ashtrays and flowerpots

painted mimosa

to give praise

to the passing days

of summer camp

Where these were shaped

to bring home

to mom and dad.


Clay, hold your tears in

or else you’ll be too

moist for the wheel.

Clay, don’t be too strong or ten digits

won’t be able to dig in

and give you purpose.

Clay, be ready, there are still things left

for you to hold onto

until the students

and pros

dig you up.


Rondeau (Hart Crane Inspired)

Sudden pillows is what life needs

Dreams flower a meadow of weeds

Over horizons crops can grow

Upon collected ground scythes low

Break soil for urgent empire seeds


Further on where sweat starts beads

Lined up together against deeds

Piling with soreness’ overflow

Sudden pillow


Prayers come quiet take the lead

Even absent come for this plead

Return a wish of ebb and flow

Resistance can stay or may go

This life has no fantasy’s greed

Sudden pillow


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