USA TODAY

the superb parka case
 in the carpark an unfolding diorama
 this indictment explains it all

 sometimes we all must halt
only to go back and collect the pieces

No Man, Woman or Child must be Left

brain unfolding bliss. The incumbent
 as fabled
brings a raquet
and unloads his
 gun out on the
  quart of blood

the unwilling system - superbly bereft of 
 sensitivity
  would go over it all

you can't break a lantern
with 
 light
only the darkness will destroy it

the cruel glass slipt
shattering onto stones

we have all been there
that darkest hour
"right before the dawn" (Dylan)

a thousand fragments
 collected
and passed from hand to hand
passing into ha—God!

Toledo

to Toledo—a friendless place
   and in America—
the fool feels an unequaled rage

an unfamiliar familiar
  Grace
upends the Race

gruff grasping at trump suits
 the phantasm of plastic enoema
the egress—

of walking tides
 into human lands
 even smaller human hands
 cannot stem the flood

of overflow
 the grass gasket
 the old jim crow
 the amiable elephant frisking a pea
the spacewalk anti-echo
 the trillions of debt forgiven just like that—

don't blowit

keep the lights on MR AMERIKA
 Hey Herr Fuhrer take care up there
please believe the Times MR President don't panic
 it would be too fast and easy

how hard is unmake believe?
too hard

I would leave it all alone
 except it doesn't
 leave —me

the coalition of Women
 will remove Him

a classic adventure in eventuality
don't knock it
 the knowing from such events is 

cradled in our hands
 like an aether
don't you spill

**a single**




 .drop

the mystery f motion

piled high
the ballot
of faces
like melting marbles
left forlorn
by the oval cut soul

into the wound
it gets in
the grease
of sepsis
and it spreads
its spiderweb
through
 mildewed marrow

the cunning of a lie
is strong
our weak flesh
folds like a petal
before the unearthly chutzpah
of the sun king

but his early gains
seized in fever
are very slowly unwound
like drawing
a corkscrew thorn
from a wound

slowly learning
the truth
builds immunity
in a democracy

i suppose this is my poetry day poem

the long winter of a night
fell fast

splintered
 between days

she was a puzzle of black hair
caught tween almond thighs

writing furiously
i try and solve
all her knots

but the tangled thicket
only gets worse
as i explicate inward

each new locket
of secret information
is restlessly torn apart

yet the intimacy
seems less and less
every year

until standing naked
in the mirror
it is suddenly clear

our love letters
are of a single soul
obsessed in itself

the old lady selling eggs
remembers that before
the shattered dystopia
there was life, and fun

the old road out of the city
and its lining of shacks
pulses of mud and dust
caress the tired immacu-lite

the big pig show
rolling down the hill
licking, killing swine
ha ha havea

they don't even clod
into the mud they don't
even knowit
wigs and all.

oon

a new full moon
washes the earth
with a thin mauve slip

riding out the hours
in her permeable gaze
riding out the days

the chug-a-lug
of an air condition
moistens the moist brow

imperceptibly
loosening ice-packs
swollen with fever

her mute call
above the metropolis
urging all to bedlam

coolly shafting
the forsaken us
in ecstasy of exit

the last quarter

the last quarter
feels soft
it fades
on one side of the face

there is a gradually increasing
voidness
the light is stretching
and slimming down

any meeting now
could be the last

how will she articulate her death
to posterity?

like the clapping waves
subsuming each other
we dissolve into our children

the work is to reduce
all meaning to an instant
of gasping foam

the memory of the ancestors
is a film of brine

riding the swell
of endless generations
in the tide