Poetry
from It's Time
Our house is
made of
mismarked
boxes
conflating
body language
w/ the act
of building
Let’s celebrate
uncertain
structure
& move
around again
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Each second
of the real-life
event erupts
from a fictional
period Stones
mistaken
for walls of
tombs are viewed
as individual
things living
side by side as
a family Tempted
to keep the light
out we pretend
the world might
be just us Burned
to life by a past
collapsed we see
the disappeared
women are here
If destruction is
inevitable then
deforest
the lynching trees
to build shelter
It Is Time
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A triumph
of life
unfinished
is dramatic
& short &
you are
the drag
king I love
Blaspheme
tested
& so so
lit beyond
my naked
vision
direct action
afterglow is
fog then
dazzle from
may day’s
jaguar sun
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Happy
space age
now blow out
candles
The heaven/
haven question
pushpins the
map of pain
Strings connect
a bank of
targets
cursed since
the very
first book
Primitive yes
& not in
a good way
This was life
now let’s get
back to
dirt & sea
& air