Tuesday, March 1, 2016

01.03.2016


I live today because today is holy.
and the task of the day will sanctify tomorrow.
and God will wait for me
in glory.

this I am, becoming fully more
the never mori.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

against all evil (cut)


against the evil one, two, three, I cut this day,
my day – new age and everlasting renewal – to be for God

forever sacrificed.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Monday, October 12, 2015

wild boar jumping through the woods


for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house
under which we grunt for precision,
but you, my friend, are free.
and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;
stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,
make something beautiful
like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

what are we but a bag of bones and love?


some of the most beautiful things wouldn't exist without suffering.

this is the proper mystery of the world.

Monday, November 24, 2014

pre-innocence


before we know it, here we are.

and then allow enough prodigality,
incessant solitude through which we
know to arrest the vitality of sorrow.

I am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill
right down my side of virtual frenzy.
I thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs
to receive the attention of other legs
and up we were finding each other’s ending.

I was wrong.