GREAT CHAIN OF BEING

giving bits of love away
even the halloween
cookie kind is cutting
away and cutting away
the tongue the brain
the eye until nothing

is left but the pure
stalks leafless stuck
in the ground naked &
new to their decorative

shreds of leaves mulched
slices of worms and such
as oft delight the sparrows
giving them great vitality

ORIGAMI

so maybe it's not death yet, although we are tired; it's true. empty empty alone with space and the furniture is worn out. she don't feel like cleaning up. there's an alien in the house and it is we. faces devolve not even goodbyes and one can barely keep up the pretense. we are psychic phenomena. the paranormal beauty of cyborg flowers breeds intense sadness. creases develop along my lines of unfolding.

the organism contracts
begins on the escarpe-
ment the daily tarantella

little things the change
on the table for example
the unopened mail heart

felt messages from spam
mongers reach in to fill
all the gaps all losses

to create more gaps more
losses so that the dance
the escape can begin again

on the pure ground of no
thing no ground just this

WHAT IS POETRY

it's

the fly

in my smoothie

a killer blocked the doorway self
satisfied face.

dream syllabic mouth full hole scream.

contents of human suffering abject letters.

against the backdrop of cellular uncertainty.

the various voices twittering sound fills
the vacuum made by movement brushed the ears.

to push through with this what sounds like
and what desires and more grief which empties
the hands the eyes the mouth the skin the pores

of their waters.