I have written over a thousand poems. I am including the hundred haiku I wrote as a project in this grand count.
I’ve spent the past few weeks thinking of random things about me, a la Matias Vieneger, who has somehow advanced a Facebook quiz phenomenon epidemic to an actual form. It looks difficult.
I [...]

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calendar notes
october
why won’t time ever work?
april
i just want to fold the world up, put it out on the porch, and spend a day of doing nothing
there is something but feeling bad about it.
february
there is something i feel i need in someone else that
there is something i have to find in myself.
january
what is it like; to [...]

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Still seeking mercy.. Layers of future mud on boots.. Where is my keenness?
There are these times that come with their own click track.
This is a Manhattan-bound N train.. I’m subject to my own random search.
Sometimes we just want to get fucked, and we’re surprised when the “over” shoe drops.
But it’ll never heal when you keep [...]

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Let me tell you how much love I give to my cities
Monday morning I crossed the street
with a box that was too big for me
There’s a bakery on my way
that I should avoid and the muffins are great
This walk will soon be so familiar
I’ll curse it when I get off work late in February
Monday the [...]

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delta
beautiful woman, you move
with the rhythm, down and out.
i ask you to teach me, it emerges a demand,
must you be so cold?. why must you dance alone?

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somewhere over denver
by the root –
what can we do now?
so that lying is out –
may i be here forever?
and why did you smile when i repeated your name?
do you know what it is to wriggle, pain, ecstasy,
the silence after a plea, breaking –
if only to have something, my own moon
to mercilessly hound on electric nights,
thinking, [...]

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atholl
i could be nothing at all
if not a shepherd
i can see the rolly sheep, like salt water taffy with legs,
and pink as newborns, i’ve taken them back
to the barn and shaved them down
but i’m worried, they’re naked and it’s begun to rain
they’re not folling their fat bodies on the grass
they’re watching me in quiet discomfort
shall [...]

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Thursday’s adventure
i bought a ticket to the blair atholl station
searching for my name, and why this life
o scottish bee from the land of my fathers –
get off my pita!
around bagpipes i get very strange
i never thought one way or another
but now put me on a street and
have me pass a lone bagpipes player
nose running in [...]

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untitled
and i was walking up a puddly path
soles on gravel and freshly fallen water
my pants are soaked: “here,” say the cuffs,
“there,” say the yellow flowers by the path
and point to the edge, down the hill,
and out to the stone, the lights, the firth.
oh oh oh
if only this could be explained

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The Secret of Painting Is Knowing When to Take the Canvas Away
i had lunch with frank today
i’d wanted breakfast, but he insisted
there are three people eating the same meal, in shifts
they must work here
i’m shifting in my seat, supposing
the end of the world must be near
i’ve always wanted a tattoo with wings
but whenever i see [...]

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