world line

in 12000 BC a boy realized 

i know we don't know

as the mountain slept

and woke a thousand times

until 1998 in physics

mr. samson said we don't know

follow me to the mountain

sleep and dream under centuries of sheets

of rain and snow

after years of graduate archeophysics

i found his skeletal remains

sleeping with the mountains

i know he didn't know

we are bonded in

unknowable knowledge that

everything is layered

everything is every thing 

everything is a stratum of illusion and error

everything is mountains is sand is composed of the smallest possible amount of matter which still retains its identity as a chemical element and is not composed of other subatomic particles, that follows statistics describing the distribution of particles over energy states in systems consisting of many identical particles that obey the quantum mechanical principle which states that two or more identical fermions (particles with half-integer spin) cannot occupy the same quantum state within a quantum system simultaneously and generally have half odd integer spin 1/2, 3/2 etc except particles with the same mass, mean lifetime, and spin as their respective particles carrying a fractional electric charge, but the electric charge and other charges have the opposite sign and the particles that have a reversed world line to an elementary particle that has a spin of 1/2 and does not interact via the strong nuclear force of mountains of sand



father sits in sister's spot, strange. then mother, strange!
where is sister where is sister for many nights
father howls then mother howls louder, oh! so scary up to the bright dark
then brothers too and me too i howl hurt, our howls so scary and not calling sister
we howl and howl and howl together, same, alone
then mom stops so i stop we stop, and no sound
i hear, i see, song is done, sister is done


aquatic missionary

born then brutalized
the serpent tries to eat itself
    we watch bored
like god, that drunken judge
    i dare him
to send satan to hell in my stead

my wishful sinking arises on
   the deepest ascent    alone
i breach the glassy veil     and launch lifted
into the inverted world   free
suspended and suffocating


means, ends

birds of a feather think alike

great minds flock together

i wear my heart close to my chest

you carry your cards on your sleeve

all's fair in love and spoils

to the victor goes the war


How a stamen sees a fish is how I sense my kind Billions of individuals with one mind asking Where Do I come from Where am I going There is nature Here is me And there is  Nature in the miles of wire The moon in the laptop The wind in the washing machine

Patience Independence From a singular many Trillions of parts With one mind answering How a stamen can see a fish Can I sense Billions and trillions Where do Am I Go I There is 


i want to
do is
fast asleep

can anyone stop the night
can many stop one

wherever i look is nowhere 
whoever i recall is twilit

please no more
all i want to do is
fast asleep


where are you
i'm identifying
i remember feeling very glad
when he expressed that
he was glad
to have expressed
here i am
identifying the feeling
of being sad that time
when you didn't express
that you were
there with me
saddened by my sadness
gladdened by my gladness
feeling safe to express
even safe to withdraw
here with you
where am i


home for sale

---we go home, you dazzle of home, you advertise it. the father owns the mother---

owns me. but i own something that cannot be kept, by anyone. it has no quantity. i hear laughing downstairs, a joy that sounds like a threat.

---we laugh at you so your shell will harden and compound in value. your treasure is ours. we'll keep you kept. your body has agreed to the sale of an organ. the price is the price. the sales/death process commences.---

and you purchase nothing for the cost of nothing, a vast fortune of costume jewelry, a string of pearls of atoms with a half life of my lifetime that cannot be worn or sold. it already decays. i will not discard what discards itself.



pacing animal
selfless hermit
i regress to evolve
550 sq ft is more than enough for every human stage
am i blessed
i am
i drink
i look
out the kitchen window
a lone woman on a desolate sidewalk
takes a selfie in front of
HOPE by robert indiana ✌️
alone together
i raise a glass,
"cheers to the past,
and death to the present"


all the nights i spent waiting
cash up to less than nothing
more immortal debt

touch my heart
with a needle if you have to
being hurt is at least
being something
by anyone

i cannot pretend anymore
to be adept at living
who knows what it's good for
except for dying
and coughing myself to sleep



I said
"We liked walking in the woods"
and caught myself

Now is it more accurate to say
"I like walking in the woods and you used to like walking in the woods"

But you are not you anymore, you cannot used to like anything
You are not, anymore
No magical thinking here, just the legalese of reality

"I like walking in the woods but less so now..."

"...and Julia when she was a living person used to like walking in the woods"

Do I like walking in the woods, now, still
No I despise it

"We liked walking in the woods"
was accurate
is accurate


when i see you
i want to die
or to not be, me, and you, not be you, now, or to be blind
and not to want to die now to see you later without the wanting

a tub
the rails
a bridge
the pavement
reunion with

your eyes are dry from seeing. we consume your vision so you can see yourself. we are betrayed in betraying you, the dagger is passed from hand to hand. when father falls, the children laugh because he always rises, and then he doesn't, but the children are gone. the egg is empty. it was always empty and when you crack it open it will not even be that.


the tablet

i present to you a letter of woven reeds that spells the names of all your children and their children until the last child of this universe. you discard it on the ground in favor of an apple of the tree of apples even though i gave you a more bountiful tree of knowledge from which to eat. you shame yourselves with superstitions about seeds of trees and seeds of snakes and rules about women and what women consume. my letter to you is ground over eons into ground and groundwater unread and unreadable anymore. you build cities from the trees of apples and ships from the roots of ores and make more rules about what to consume. unreading, you long to write, searching for a way to create an indestructible tablet that states your names and the names of all your children.


aphorisms of the worm

cleanliness is next to godliness, i.e. down the toilet
where there's a will, there's a way, i.e. six feet under
home is where the heart is, i.e. ash in the wind
follow your dreams, i.e. to the void

man's best friend

death wants a master
to belong to a tribe
but i ain't a leader
or the sociable type

death needs attention
to know he's got worth
and harden his resolve
in the bleak face of birth


i'll throw death a bone
if't means he'll quit cryin'
so long's he can serve
in the hunt and in dyin'

who's pullin' whose leash
is it prey or a whim
will he follow me?
or am i chasin' him