My Outside Voice

if i survive this i will likely forget the question

clouds from outrage factory change the weather what's an empath with a deaf left side stumbles in the junk drawer like a prism...

cannot remember the tune composed in rebuke to chaos theory where ocean moves like tears of begrieved charts on arcs & projections named...

I Hate it Here tempted by edges it was my past, but horoscope charts read in blood levels like reviews of phobic television scripting...

for A.J.M. if i was Lou Reed i’d give this feeling a woman’s name, handful of poison & razors, but looks great in vinyl i’d listen to...

Prayer for Alienhood my mother’s fear saw difference as division so i came to live with no disclosure feign indivisible even my name...

Blessed Are The Ones in The Doorways wrist turns colors like the riddle about the ages of man knotted rings bone & silver little red...

Scream Somehow i’ve had lots of bad advice desperate to read on old voice that i once deadnamed in a dream reciting black magic to...

Secret Sparrow Entrance for Brian and Brenna played along conspiracies trade like cards inject hope our barricaded placement tests limits...

i was never an optimist at 4 a.m. woken by cats as blizzards after the full moon stirs snow from the eaves into the dove-feather sky...

this room's a purgatory now in twilight of evolution where we sing sea shanties for unknown comparisons gentle hands pinch double bass...

i've always been willing to walk out of every room i've ever been in

for A.M. there's always one who gets free curious, dance-less somnambulant & never mind who can be encouraged in blue fields that float...

for Greene’s Biscuits pre-holiday snow light morning snap of air defines our bodies & takes connection into our lungs kitchens are...

place, i remember the place connection of strings in Bartok like headless sentiments through polaroids so i forget just who was there the...

until it explodes like the children after school so danceable in a wall of sound too acceptable for the weary in visors & faux-drabs...

scoop beads on needle ink touches paper stalk the whitetail wait still for trout crack acorn shells fingers smear pastel blend twist...

time to save what remains alive & prune the dead like we do in the ballot box

if we were ray guns in space climates would thank us for respite antecedents emerge from automobile parts to re-electrify the way to...

For Julie, Jack and John invoke the pen three times loan the plume a ghost invent the point align the pen glow the room syncope invite...