I Swear True
My true
Maroon
Imminent
Emanance;
I swear
Unto you
True, when
I build
My house,
And find
Our bold
Native
Wolf, I
Shall call
You home.
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Dear Heaven-Father:
Bless that
Now-man
Matriarch,
And too
His wed
Unto
Him True
Indi
Go Wife
Sorcer-
Er, ah-
Men!
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From The Size Of Each Man:
M: manner than man;
L: Lashed unto lies,
2XL: I shall, I shall!
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Nosam, I Cast
From my War—
Lock hand that
Soon we two
Am become
Two into
One.
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Tonight My Incantation:
Nosam, Nosam:
Tonight,
Tonight,
This spell
I cast
Upon thee:
As I
Plunge In,
And you
Begin
To say:
No, no,
The words
That flow
Demand:
“Harder,
Crueler,
You have
Yet to
Slay me!”
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I Call Upon Sisters Three:
Stevie,
Courtney,
And Lady:
Double
Trouble
Toil
&
Trouble:
Seal him,
Bind him,
By all
You Three—
Beyond
Eternity.
AMEN
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Nosam, please...
Nosam, please…
Take from me my
Leather;
Grant to me
Your lace.
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Dear Nosam:
There’s a
You that
Pierces
Right through
Me.
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I Changed My Mind About Everything
I’m canceling the projects I just announced, I cannot write those poems. I may release something this year full of poems about what I usually write about, but I cannot pretend the strange non-reality I’m awaking from is something I can lash words around.
I was validated in romance and swagger that an epic romance of mine revealed a Don Juan-level villain waiting to tear my heart apart. That the…
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Dear Mason: Please Stop Making Reality Forever Broken
I get it. I cannot have you. You spent all Summer flirting with me to make a fool of me; I never saw it coming.
Except I did. That you still come around to taunt me and rub my face in it is what I now find more mind-bendingly unreal than painful. You’re out of my league, and always were—that I went along with it as long as I did makes me not an emperor who wears no clothes—it makes me…
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After Sept 5 drop, 3 MORE Releases By Kwanzaa
Between December 26, 2021—January 1, 2022 I hope to release these three new concept-poetry chapbooks:
A Young Lady’s Guide To Poetry And Other Witchcraft The New Doctrine And Covenants Of The Thirteenth Tribe The Parliament Of Great Price: Poems For The New Mormon Dirty
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New Poetry Chapbook Dropping September 25th
“To All The Trasnsmen I’ve Loved Before: Poems Of Sacred Confusion”
…is dropping this September 25th, 2021. 48 poems are written and ready to be compiled into PDF, which should be press-ready by this Monday morning, with the first print run ready by end-of-business Wednesday.
There will be an ice cream pre-release party September 24th, at Golden Hall in downtown San Diego.
Copies will be…
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Remember These Poems
Spock voice: remember,
Diablo Rojo and Less Here
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The Places Who We Are Today
Well, no, we are not Jews, but we
Do know the same God—four letters,
Mr. Quattro, Quad Fourier, Four.
Yeah—way, way out there—
We are the Thirteenth Tribe and where
We belong is anywhere but Israel.
The sun never sets on Thirteenth soil;
The house of the rising sun rests upon our midnight dawn.
Bullet of absolute heat and prayer cold and blue and
Absolute zero—Kelvin, Kevin, Calvin,…
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Canonical Quotes: Rainer Maria Rilke
(From, “Duino Elegies”)
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we can just barely endure, and we stand in awe of it as it coolly disdains to destroy us.
Every angel is terrifying.
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Ripping Out Pages
Ripping out pages plucking them one by one—leaves or days—of my life, and the leaves on the tree outside are a dying generation this Winter—every Winter…
And life is a prayer formed with the lips of a lifetime of slow time, of waiting to die, and the act of dying is just like saying “amen,” and I took the hymnal and I’ve been ripping out pages…
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Battle For The Author's Soul
Battle For The Author’s Soul
Last night the beatles and the beach boys battled for my eternal soul.
I was sped away in a little duce coupe, but then a giant walrus in the road took me back to the ussr until, finally, david lee roth appeared with his california girls and that was that.
The chords of music were strewn about my little bitty room like corpses, beats and rhythms looked up at bedside nurses with pleading…
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