Dangling, sagging
beneath your own weight...

It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...

She's spinning out of control
and it's all I can do not to hold her as she...

A heart is fragile.
I have seen the pendulum stop...

We venture 'yond the badlands
Seeping hooves in somber sands...

I can spew out poems
on a white page...

You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
claiming logic while lurking in shadows...

Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...

I liked it better when
you didn't exist and I could...

Is it wrong that I hold you in the dark
and pretend you're him...

When I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
I stopped believing in God...

I once sat in the dark in my parents' basement and...
of nebulae...