Hurricanes
Behind computers, you were telling me,
How wonderful are hurricanes.
School’s out, work is cancelled,
the grass curls up like a cat in heat,
we blind the windows with wood
and check on television for their arrival
like rock stars landing on the shore.
The waters are like feathers
motioning the streets.
And in the eye, we go out to the store
for strawberries,
and candles,
and laundry detergent,
and beer,
hearts of palm in brine.
The waters are like feathers
and a serpent roars.
I wish they would warn you, you were telling me,
I am not here to gather your dead,
I have no use for your rooftops,
but I want the glass vase by the window, branches,
the dreams of guardian dogs.
I imagine waking up in the morning,
to listen to the frogs on pillars of stone.
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Cellphone flashlight full blast,
above the sneering grin,
I found a ghost at bay,
the Canaanite at clash,
Saint Christopher in flesh,
began to bark at dawn,
a bark from old teeth’s gleam,
at threshold stuck in vain.
The ghost wanted return
to my bedroom headspace,
back to waters nuzzling,
the neck to stare at god.
I longed to cast the ghost
beyond my backyard door
to rid my home of shit.
Were the ghost to bite me?
Would I instead first bite
in vengeance for my dreams?
Perhaps the first sunbeam
by happenstance dripped in.
In fight I was to fail:
mistook the mother beast,
no saint but Tiamat.
Hairs grey, the belly swells,
the sunrises are scant.
I lowered the cellphone
to let the mother run by.
If given the choice to fight,
share beds with Tiamat.
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Swayed,
pierced in the day,
on water, gleaming megalopolis,
sinking balconies rendered,
in texture graphics distorted,
bodies for assets beyond the skybox.
Picture the hallways empty
while everyone fails to sleep.
They suffer no shadows.
They worship no name.
Regigigas
Trumpet by the steel pipe
jazz lick by the steel pipe
echo as a rival
shadow as a rival
city drains are empty
working hours are empty
trumpet by the steel pipe
old sax by the steel pipe
and yellow brick landscape
dead factory landscape
crimson mustang fire
lawyer billboard fire
old sax by the steel pipe
swing dance by the steel pipe
and winners left unnamed
and losers left unnamed
just a mirror blood bond
just a twin tone blood bond
Armin Küpper pipeline
clap echo jam pipeline
in the footage daylight
in approaching daylight
I don’t want sacred sleep
but I need sacred sleep
old sax by the steel pipe
drone doom by the steel pipe
went to see my father
dreamt I had a father
beyond the strip mall doors
swimming pool strip mall doors
museums for the French
mild salsa for the French
blonde man said you can’t cross
the bus you take can’t cross
but here once stood my home
Monsanto took my home
old sax by the steel pipe
cellphone by the steel pipe
your paycheck has gone up
your mortgage has gone up
blood pressure has gone up
ocean tides have gone up
these lines of text digress
to wonder if in verse
the mind finds bastion
the horses hear trumpets
but only you can hear
the silence in the brass
old sax by the steel pipe
trochees by the steel pipe
and iambs stepping back
an echo stepping back
wrong foot forward after
twist the ankle after
never managed learning
how to play squash either
save file overwritten
poem overwritten
battle forward ready
Regigigas ready
rain in appendages
moss in appendages
old sax by the steel pipe
chiptune by the steel pipe
command that which is caught
I made that which is caught
in rock
in ice
in steel
in spark
in drake
old sax by the steel pipe
roaring by the steel pipe
never do we wonder
what materials travel
what goods we get in trade
language is a battle
culture is a battle
know what types you’re up against