the most beautiful
word is evil
because when
we’re evil
there’s no
pain
that’ll sadden
us
Because life is hard I’ve been sleeping
with my jaw clenched too tight
(2 new poems)
I want to write a poem as long as California
like lying on a couch forever
as a serious man takes notes on your dreams in a little book
maybe I mean I want to talk forever
but is there even a difference anyway
like my uncle who went walking and…
[excerpt…]
You’re sitting across from me looking brilliant and I’m
feeling dumb, wishing I knew more
about science, that I could say something elaborate
about the synapses clicking in your brain as you move
your head to the left and look out the window, even though you’re really
looking at a bedroom inside you, or maybe a forest
of trees you don’t know the names of, and I don’t care
about the names of things either but I want
to say something about your hands and
angels on the ceilings of churches in Rome but
we’re in Mississippi where the trees
are still green even at
the end of November, and today the sky
was so wide and so blue, like it was trying to fit
the whole world in its mouth, which is how
I feel when I look at you…