from Pee Poems

To a Poet Who Hasn’t Responded for a Long Time

Erect, waiting for you

And the swelling, sleepless me

Rolls around in red dust

*

I want to explore your openness.

I want to enter you until you’re open.

I want to poke the wall until it opens.

I want to make in the sky an opening.

I want to make a sky-sized opening.

I’m so ridiculous.

In the end,

I only made a hole in the ground

That’s the size of myself.

Lightly tap the space bar once

To disappear

To make way for things

Between walls

Between people

Between words

Is outer space

*

Emerging time and again from the boiling plucking-pot, spreading out the body’s featherless meat, balancing on the board as on a sharp knife’s blade, the sharp knife-like heart demonic, the sharp knife-like heart silent as the four quadrants of a field, silent but for the relentlessly howling and loping wolves, breathlessly advancing, breathlessly careening toward the end of life, pitiable life and death, right and wrong having nothing to do with me. In winter a basket of Chinese cabbage, pickled slaw in summer, revisiting old haunts, rolling back into the burrow, rootless underfoot and without a single strand up top, even the greens’ salty taste cannot stall the descent into nostalgia.

A meteorite

Burns for the burning human world

The stars are set so deep in the sky

*

The lonely seek out the lonely

Time encrypts time

The vain search for the vain

Space decrypts space

Light gathers darkness

Power vibrates strings

So

Who are you

Pee Poems is forthcoming from Circumference Books. Published here with permission from the publisher.

Image by Antonio Carrau.