Jackson

I widen my focus      past eyelids      beyond skull make myself a great circle      a spreading dome      broad & broader view The land is dotted      here      here           there with other beings      & you      now      you you      now      the locus maybe just      getting up,      stretching      yr neck, spine      yr shoulderblades, triceps, elbows, fingers      yr abs, thighs, knees, Read more

as I go past the half-built homes / back to my kitchen / at the end of my day / the moon’s on her setting arc / finding a path down the sky // her face is jaundiced / by smog and the dust / of all these construction sites … Read more

Only this, the blue whisper of the leaves and strips of pale bark hanging high by the creekbed, quiet, decorative, inconsequential, only this, the black flower that blossoms in the chest of a woman until she can no longer breathe, until her voice becomes silently strangely sneakily slowly this, the blue whisper of the leaves Read more

The moon is a piece of rock in the sky. One watches through locked glass as the other shuts a steel door and drives, under the black sky, under the moon that is a piece of rock, that couldn’t feel the test pilots brushing its surface, taking some samples, planting a flag. The moon is Read more

In the dream, he tells me he doesn’t need a condom because he has his book. In the dream, we’ve both read it. Condoms are a manifestation of Capitalism. A Bad Thing. Probably made by Monsanto. We don’t need them. We can use our minds to divert the sperm. In the dream I know it Read more