PostKu
edited by Clayton Beach
autumn rain
.getting what
I walked into the room for.
crushed moth footprint on the cheap hotel wall
after the funeral
a bird
pecking at something i can't see
“it’s not a race,” he tells me, and my stroke slows down
(in the distance a mascletá)
jacaranda in bloom
three men circle-jerking in a room
slow syrup in my sternum sweetens the lost leaves’ silver session
my hand sways a rhyme in cursive air above the first bluet
trick of the recursive planet. Though, with his pet dodo on the run,
something other than the hook in your mouth? Hold the end of this
the red planet’s raspberry drupelets thank Vonnegut
a nest feathered with fingers sticky from pulling out your eyes
XXXXXXX, whose job curses us. In sister cities of emerging-market stars,
how much water do I have to drink before the statue
red the dog barks at sunset clouds but not forever
in my throat all the squirrels of autumn
the false concierge replenished by bright chaos
the way the night gloveless treats this body full of holes
bleached the sage roots
in the sunlight
near silence a rattlesnake
illumination a light switch
firefly
in my mind’s eye the middle of the night
green moon circling
a cinder –
only our orbits remain
turangalîla –
ten movements
discreetly messiaenic
Ye shall not surely die Annabelle Serpentine Dance
Joe DiMaggio. I’d like to wipe the smile right off his face.
skipping rope
more pink today
than blue
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wings splayed a fly in the window
flying through negative space the meditation blackbirds
stepping b(a)ckwards
(ni)ghtly through
(som)eone else’s
labyr(in)nth
knotted roots pulled out earth scatters the anger
bottomless & scaleless
the lake reveals
a lotus stemming out
of torn clouds
dreaming
a stream of dragonflies
last year, this year
takes off
the same dreams
from g the r strangler o figs w what i could n have g been
still inside a cricket the magnet measures my viscera
;ndec;s;ve sky hydrangeas churn ;nto hyac;nths
sky fenced star sigh shine fierce owl's cry
what moon sky choke land burns time smokes
eye of the hurricane a scarecrow's eye
honeybees woodsmoke
circling
woodsmoke honeybees
seen cardinal
not
snow heard
after incense
apple
picking stars
press ⌘ + shift + m to mute mercury in retrograde
the wind changes suddenly everyone agrees
my mutable stare expecting the star to move
the closed window hardens the moon's upbringing
i walk the road floating between was and is
the Goya's
last gambit
escape
square Saturn
conceded Devours
to His
my Son
heir
perhaps a little fava beans with a nice red chianti
we took our time for dawn has shaken free from relevance
some or other original species is now extinct in the same time frame I swallow my pride
less than ever for the time being but ankle-deep all the same
a lawn alive in an eyeblink
galaxies are breaking down into syllogisms
what is is silence s
crows at dusk
explaining
the dark web
moonless night the hidden flower in every dream
midnight siren
chiming
off every raindrop