in therapyhe was toldto make a fortof childs play& love i came home& the entire apartmentwas transformed into a fortfor her sincenose nestlesleeping bag cuddle& love fort-ingmy love language & i can’t stop camping& i do it in the car& i do it in the yard& i do it at the bar& i do it…

they never talk about the disapearences of the comrads slowly picked off from the cafes too drunk or stoned to walk home. they never talk about the friends picked up stumbling or on a bike ride and delivered to an intake or the outskits of town. they drop you and make you walk back. I…

i built a houseout of scrap woodhammer & nails& a hot tinned roof the rain beat downlike the rhythem & bluesof the leather solesof my travel worked shoes and the steam sizzledgrizzled iron& fire for the wantof pensive still firefly still called my namewhen I had no voicefrom the moonshinethat sings without fame in tennessee…

the familiarsilent loud intimatewe know each otherbetter than the wives unackowledgement gives it awaythey all know we are knownan unkownlying for poetry loans small islandnever noticeduntil it drank so hard into the nightthat daybreak fractured mirrored therapy experience assholes drink whiskey same as traitorssame as liers that famedpoetry flame all torched in rhine same as…

as travelerswhat do we return toafter what we leave behind& what remembers does we stay the samethroughout the months & yearsof lost forgotton and greyed& renewed against the frey I know himbut he doesnt remember mefamiliar bruise& oxidized gardenia sweetness petal betrayed with woman it is neverI wish I would of know thenwhat I know…

words fly off the pagefledgling rise inspiredfive fingered tofu breakfasteveryone hates you because you made them high profilethe dangerous word playthe security issuethe assetthe crime desired ex-patwanted only for wordsgathered flock of fliesshe did not qualify.underground borders run by the men wheyback wrenspinningstealing her voice & what of palestine& what of the silence & what…

will the bathtubs of water that diane diPrima warned me to collect irrigate the hot baked sun strikeswhere no one came and no one caredcomrades jealous territorial over words that made them who they are crying hysteric reading ode to radical sobriety while drinking pints of jamesonchicago and appalachia are very different animals no one…

there is never a sound of true heartbreakas there is nothing but secret mystery and shadow to reckon withand a knowing that he lied and that he has done it before there is never a warning shotas they come in the morning and they come earlyand they already had all the evidence as they broke…

and when we lose the schools we must create a open educational space for alland when we are told not to read and writewe must publish whenever and wherever we can beacuse it may be out last chance and when we are under so much survellience that we cannot speak freelywe must use the sign…

she was a wife of a man away at flame and still lives in fear of his friends betrayal. hissing as she walks by for telling on them. snitches get stiches. the tearing of one birthplace maiming of innocence and devotion. no apple to throw & no wedding to absolute. green goddess blessing with bow…