Found

One sheltering word 

in its damp basement.

[LSS, 10/23/22]

Post Card #9

In spite of the knowledge 

of entropy and the miasma 

of the eternal “fuck you, 

we go on forever,” we go 

on forever. 

[LSS, 10/17/22] 

A Brief Explanation as to Why I Don’t Sleep at Night (Another Insomnia Poem)

I nail my long-dead influences 

and my aging fluencies 

to the bathroom wall 

in case there are snakes

in the toilet after dark.

[LSS, 10/15/22]

Daily Report

The morning sun rises,

breathing fire over the smoke

of the Bolt Creek fire.

We breathe each other’s breath,

recirculating a still-indistinct 

longing for a different kind 

of fire. One brother’s pyre,

then another’s, and another's, 

and me still here, waiting.  

{LSS, 10/15/22]

Weeds in the Salvage Yard

Don’t know what you are looking for? You’ll know it when you see it. Don’t know what you are looking for? Will you know it when you see it? Don’t know what you are looking for? If you see it, will you know it? How do you know that you are seeing it? How do you know what you are seeing? How do you know what you haven’t seen? Will you see it when you don’t know it? Will you not know it when you see it? Will you not know that you're not seeing it? What are you looking for?

[LSS, 10/13/22]

 

Beggar’s Feast 

Words on lean haunches 

plumping in a briny river 

flow off the wall map 

and into my spoon.

[LSS, 10/7/22]