Poetry

Teardrops on the Weser 

(excerpts from new manuscript)

a

zimmer dreihundertundfünfzig

from what scattered river basin
does the weser drink

what gravity 

               at the pumps
                        with tap root
            in hannoversch …

Repressed Transcript of The Berlin Conference (1884-85)

French Republic (FR):  Just now, Poe’s raven threw itself blackly
gainst the window.
Its wings curdled the grey, noon light.

Kingdom of Portugal (KP):  A grim sign!
Psychopaths love their slaughters
as much …

Three Moods, One Sunday

 Dawn

dressed in white
she lingered by the doorway
hanging to the knob with a gentle sway
as the sun walked through the
doors of the east lighting up her eyes

dressed in white
her …

The Art of Loving What is Not Perfect

My mother loves Saint Anthony,
the patron of lost things,
including me who came back
after years of exile in the West.

You’re still the same, she said.
Like all sons …

A Field of Echoes

… and mind flutters to a close
eyelids to slumber
all over, a certain darkness emerges
earth is populated with nothing
but a tempered sigh t

night flashes white underwear
as meteor, quickly closes her thighs…

Bird Beaters

 No choice but to bludgeon it from crow
to carcass with its head at that angle,
dark feathered dangle, hard blunt blow
to sever the soft neck’s hang, quell

the strange strain of pain broken
bones made. …

1,2,3 Poems 

One

Hear, the props here they’re all wrong
And I’m possessed or I am cursed
But I got you in my scene
Say, my mattress it is hunger
My blanket it is thirst
You lie so sweetly in …