/ˈlakrəˌmōs/

the design of the pelican which has 

remained largely unchanged for 30,000 years

the cruelty of the world was tranquil

the murder was deep

attempting to fill my head with 

things of beauty and value

imagine leaflets falling from the sky

but at birth I was bitten by angels

I'm afraid when my alarm 

goes off in the morning

irresistible experience

dream of seeing you in your life

dream that everyone looked old

dream that we congratulated each other

guess who’s opening their heart 

guess who

is opening their heart

there was a crescent moon tonight made of paper

a digital sky

a dream that privacy felt scarce

dream i had time to bring my hitachi

but dream i was at your party too late looking for containers

to bring everyone home and

dream my identity was impossible to conceal so

i choose you 

as my archivist

and you, my archeologist

excavate my photo booth

and faithfully, wash the gossip

dream we did it together when

a pure bold longing 

to be gone filled him

and i said dream! it has filled me too

but it has 

filled me too

and i spilled that it’s my last life

spilled it’s my last life all over your bed

as my conscious and un- met in one horizon

one horizon bobbing and blue 

and you wept, for what?

but, i said, i just wanna fuck 

and dream no one is home

i just wanna fuck because

i can love you from there

guess who 

can love you from there 

fortify me

don’t 11th hour me,

fortify me!

the easy slippage

of You—

(god)

all of you, with your milks

fortify me, bones, let me 

sign your constitution 

tour me around 

your reality

walk me down the road and up the hill

bring me back to the staring sheep

churn to fuel the painfully simple

and draw my shadow with 

confidence in the sun

don’t 11th hour me, convect me!

don’t let my dread whittle to an edge 

don’t let my obsession get so smooth 

waterproof my pants in the machine

and 

kiss me like, like 

I kiss you

let me play in the alphabet soup!

let me find language in the drain!

and on occasion, 

save me a slice of joy from the spreadsheet 

(Pleasure) Poem 1

must be

systemless

the circuit itself tired 

a sound sculptural shell

who am I? to love

the mountain hanging over me

to drink its snow

she says deserve  dear god,

 

as long as i’m evicted from myself

make me a silver ray of light

make me finish the body scan

make it all right side out

quitting the whole time til thighs

my nerves as pants no socks 

mocked by the waterfalls I lay 

on you in easy gratitude for your 

bones, hold your feet 

in my hands