RIVER STYX ONLINE
POETRY
“Asylum” and Other Poems
“Mother, the shipwrecked / are here and there. But / do you really think they have come”
Burial Practice II
“Then between us the passage faults underground.
/ Think: rooftop of a classic hotel hearing Marco Polo.”
Notes from the Understory
Then I close Judith Butler’s SENSES OF THE SUBJECT / after reading words that I remember as / “I feel only because I have been touched, I feel only on the condition / of being touched, I feel as an ‘I’ becomes a self.”
Becoming Still-Life in St. Louis
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
“Sanguinello” and Other Poems
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
“Apophrades” and Other Poems
“Freud says when you go to bed with someone / you are really going to bed with their parents,”
“Keats Would Freak” and Other Poems
“A stabbing pain, refrain, my abs / from running thickets through”
“Against Dust” and “Kaze No Denwa (Wind Phone)”
“When I die, I will not be demoted / to dust, just a flake of ash to flavor the air / or float downriver into the sea.”
Flower Flower
“O I could fill a cinema. / Bent road of jade / birds' loft bed / rain ruining the mountain”
“Help Desk” and “Mechanic”
“All is not lost, in my opinion. / Something in the way of how anything / can happen ends up meaning most “
“Rebreaking a Bone” and Other Poems
“Before means chronology has logic; / means outpaced prior-faced enmity - / lacking of punch, drunkless. Dressed less.”
“January” and Other Poems
“I am too much in my body. / Mornings spent wishing for optical science and invisibility cloaks.”
“The Passing” and Other Poems
“After what had gone before / was gone, it was afternoon, / deep spring, and the distances:”
“Nirvana” and Other Poems
“When I was young the fucked up kids / slammed in the pits, ragin / against suburbia’s poisoned air. / They nodded out in basement apartments,”
From “Stock Pond”
“I didn’t put your place (cafo – concentrated animal / feeding operation) on Counterglow. / By now I guess the algo knows. I don’t know what”
“Loud Laughter” and “Up the Depths”
“It wafts out of the same demented hallway monsters march out of also: / the vampire sings, laughter follows. A machine modified to present”
