Bluejay

I could
just leap out

of the weeping
tentacles

with my shutter
chest open

and capture
the sweetest hair.

The crows

have removed
my eyes.

I mean
one leaped

with my eye
out the socket

and stuck its
crud-feet

into the
crescent moon.

I am careening
in lunar agar,

spiraling

in rows
of corn,

in dark globules
of granite.

I am
creeped-out,

in ocular
beneath

the cold, static
tentacles of night.

*

The leaves
begin to fall,

and peeking
from the gravel:

A child says to
mom,

"what are these strange berries?"

Deforestation

I rattle out the coffin--unearth myself in granite--shed my skin in attics--my arm in eagle's shadow--I have awaken--in a cathedral, mangled--I am prepared--for the constellationless night--the slaughter--aped-out in a cave of giant skeletons--I witness my ejecta--spiral, milky lurking--my legs have been cancelled--a mysterious animal mutilation--the static residual--silver crawlspace--the space between bodies--a movement in bone-white--the sub-ethereal pines--when axes lick the organs.

Postcard

Wet bird, etherbird
crud-bird of unlight.

Here beneath the outcrops--
here in the vuggy wad,

the tesla-alloy scyscape,
Prairies' winds drone.

Dear Penny:

As you may
or may not know,

I dug your grave
with a hammer.

I can still
hear you

when I walk
upon the rooftops,

like Lincoln
falling into silver.

Arsenic Lobster, Spring Issue!

One of my poems was published in the new Spring 2014 issue of Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal. And I'm stoked to be published in the same issue as George Kalamaras, the Poet Laureate of Indiana. George is awesome! Stop in and read his work and the work of others if you get a chance! Go Indiana!

Ask Again Later

To me, my
face is

just skin
wrapped around

animated bone.

Some believe
that skulls

have magical
powers.

In relation
to skulls,

I met a little
girl at Meijers

the other day.

She was trying to find
a Magic 8 Ball

that said, "Yes."

Each time
she shook

the little orb
I could hear her brain

turn upside-down
as if to say,

"what's at the
bottom of this river?"