Wednesday, June 25, 2008


he piled his carcass atop mine
& hoped to sew the parched earth with it

he analyzed the modification
of form from infancy

I attracted him because I appeared
out of order in my chronology

as if the chromosomes
conjoined only well after
the fecundity
of my birth

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Got Satan?

Crandall Park
Glens Falls, NY

Sunday, June 22, 2008

from Gutland


to sink within him, hymn; a search of body in the stark
realism of concrete, cinders--those once small crackles
of intimacy, shuddering
left like milky crows
no noir too “light” inside
the frost
a cocked smile--
the peevish last inch
of skin’s remnants
as questions, strewn:

have you slithered thru the sweat of my stare?
have you noticed the unsettled pulp of iris shoot?
have you tried to perfect to ugliness the twist of jagged
shrapnel in my thighs?

have you, have you not?

to perpetuate artistry in the suffering birds
that swoop mechanically into your p[s]alms?

this phyla of our animals/tongues
are asylums full of hydrae in the hushed,
rank honey from

& I bled you
out of every

-------photographed skeletons
clenched tight between your teeth
the counterfeit placement
of missing objects:
liver, bed full of moss,
pupils like blood oranges

cardamom for tongue, hydrangeae for each windowsill
without your name engraved deep into the grains
like Beethoven


nowhere like permanence
where blood swiftly changes route
like unsettled water

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Robert Chrysler & Philip Jenks

Every Exit Impossible to Imagine With Wings by Robert Chrysler

A book of pulsing liturgies, disharmonic vagaries--the smell of semen and panting. A glimmer of foreign tongues pressed against elegant margins. Here is where angels are sweetened with sharp glass, exposed ribs twitch sex-trembling against the bulging calm both abyssal and blood-letting.

My First Painting will be "The Accuser" by Philip Jenks

Book of hysterectonomical drippings seething in animal foeti, fossilized hymns, thick mists disturbed by skin-on-skin-- disappearing into shattered aetherwomb; a lover's thick placenta greased with revelation hydrae. Here injured bodies transform into quiet bruises, turn into verses of water and life. Death redefined in ritual living.