Ether and lint | Spark v. gunpowder, pt 1 || Eke and stumble, so you may guess we are near | a limit || Ash trees, reflected | looking for a genus | waiting for a thought | Words, lining up for heaven, and the ones | who never get to | enter

Links and shivers | Connect the ram and the snake, zodiac | portents | Gunsmoke and a wide, wide sky | in your eyes || Collisions of | disparate cars | mercury and jaguar | Awake, again, for a while | Problems with | history and dopamine | Rattle and scatter of pigeons | broken | clouds | Most sense, you know, is never | made || Forests | catalogued and calm | all wrapped up | the trees apportioned || Signals | snapping in the brain | a map of stars and | hallways | War in the | leaves | Harm in the | miracles | Gum drops and the heart | has its gravities | Loft | space || Present and | correct | Hairbrush | gel | comb || Type | throwing debris of | lovely shadows | This is only the first volume, and already | you like it here and | stay and | call this wreckage home

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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