To Sit on Sidewalks
Of course, awareness can be a difficult and tedious prospect when considering that a poet’s audience tends to be far less in number than the awaiting audience that receives the rhetoric pushed by politicians and aired by mainstream media.
Homage to Haniel Long
other, actual people walk the streets, they are complete human analogue of every individual person acting
I breathe in the sun’s continuity, stretch my ambition to the sky. Hold extension, fold forward, blessing sand.
Standing before me Dressed in ancient armor My wife declares a truce
The road flips over and over until he doesn’t know which side to ask for anymore.
We formed the day, scratching “We want more”, into the bowl of the spoon.
Elegy for Hart Crane
Alone in the audience, like Hart Crane, fallen far alee, soothed in the blood of the ocean, choked in the spokes of the hurtling globe.
Phuong married a woman who climbed out of a painting that hung on his living room wall, given to him by his parents when he completed his psychiatric residency and began his poor practice in the Mekong Delta.
Step One: The Blunder Years
Well, I have lots of problems. My spirit animal is an overflowing toilet, and I smell like semen and vodka. I eat high fructose microwavable cancer until my stomach commits ritual suicide and then I keep going to eat the pain away.
Scribbling in the Margins
It wasn’t long before students were gasping as she read; her father had done more than a few bad deeds before he took a hammer to his son.