Category Archives: Poetry

Syzygy

The beginning before beginning A near image of the transcendental Echoing across the limit She whose Name is hidden who equals day And the end of day this becoming Entity in the process of becoming The created world The envelope … Continue reading

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By Little Fawn Lake Things Take a Turn

By little Fawn Lake things take a turn Down fall all we through holes Snagged by twisting time vines Desire changing the manifest station In a dizzying static transformation of skin That corpse-like tart Picked up on Hennepin Indulging her … Continue reading

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Buffalo

It’s like this to me: A boon companion of The Buffalo harlots A slave to my reach I Give her a speculative look & she presents herself to me Nothing but crossed wires & Two fragments of transparent Fabric What … Continue reading

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Shrine

Encountering in the Sacred Grove of the Shinto Shrine The Fallen White Glove of The Goddess Amidst the Playful Skulls

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Bess Edgeworth

Curly’s ex in her red dress Complex and argumentative Greetings from a sincere friend She says from the bungalow With the voice of exalted speech I’d be offended if you didn’t Not the place you’d expect to find her But … Continue reading

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Suburban Relapse

The gift of my affliction Is well matched in the Padded room of this asylum The debased unclean mystic Shouting for fun A woman of song and bloody rites A gibbering maniac to the end In the damp air of … Continue reading

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After Us

These days and These hands these Bracelets lost in Tartan pleats Deeper and deeper Into the woods Gypsy We’re here and There’s no one After us

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Shaky Timber

The chase of the splendid The mad hunt of twilight Runs aground in fog Very shaky timber not My line of country

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Waltz

It was after our second waltz I did it A fast shuffle with Miss Whitehead The meat trade in all of its aspects The best offering fortune has placed in my way The apple of Sodom a glimpse of the … Continue reading

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The first night waitress laying menus on the table one after another With anything but amiable sentiments verging upon impertinence Without much civility she shrugs her finely molded shoulders Looking quite presentable in the rose-hued light rampant rebel With the … Continue reading

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