Poetry
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the eyelid of blind heaven
the eyelid of blind heaven pulled back from the eye’s winter squint at dawnfrom the horizon to the eastto the west the sky is eye white to the northto the south look up for the german blue irisfar as your eye seesthere’s bone white cloudlook up for the coal blackpupil that’s caught sunfirethe sky’s all Continue reading
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blame the man in the moon
blame the man in the moonwith your finger flippages and turn the days of the calendar whilehe prepares to bury his face inthe dessau you don’t seeyou can’t see jerusalemyou can’t see what you pray to or whohis thumb with his pointer he peelsthe eyelid back from the crack of dawn Continue reading
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late winter
late winterthe night that lives these months with meat dusk it beganto return through gaps between timbersthrough cracks in the mudded wallsi began to shiver like an aging manfaded to blindearly summerthe day that’s cometo live these months with me i wanted her to be my lover warm and radianti wanted to ask if she’dclosed Continue reading
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the candelabra
the candelabrathat’s always on the table whereby goose featherby the changes from the daylight to the lighting of the candles you writethe changes from the greek to the germanwrite by candlelightfor every table in the empirefor the light of every candlea bible Continue reading
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when you’ve pushed down on the floor with both feet
when you’ve pushed down on the floor with both feetunbent yourself at both knees at both hip joints unbowedwhen you’ve stood upright to begin beside your beduncrook yourself at both elbows at both wrists uncurlin your hand the candlestub in the candlestickthe flame you created the fire lower itshow yourself your light your feet your Continue reading
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say you carried your candlelight
say you carried your candlelightat mid day meal tomorrowtell yunger yours was the window into the dark the cave dark inside of the predawn lined with velvet black velvetsay you know the hand that carries the nightcarried the dying of the fire in the fireplace and the firelightin the windows of the duke’s manor house Continue reading
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Text and Video: abi says they should sell
abi says they should sell what little farm house what little farm remains rent an apartment in the city where his highnesswill still demand his daily twenty and the lionesswithout her plot of garden she’ll go scavenge in the streets nonono i will not be shamed to see her in a dirty tweedovercoat stained with Continue reading
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when the story in the book
when the story in the bookbefore the first verse in genesis is staged in your room and you are blindstrike flint on steelspurt sparks into your charcloth saturatethe rag with fireglowthe candle wick dippedin embers the creation of candlelight Continue reading
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