Month: December 2025

i suppose that if the fragment is smoother than the whole then the poem is defective as a mode of collage, that it loses its texture and musicality, and it ends up like LLM: frictionless micro fascisms.

Edited poem that gemini threw out in response to something

Leo

after Appolinaire

crorn by wing

and eyes – agate chips

turned dark in in skies

reflecting – agate blue

or eflectinging or shadowed canyon floors

desert heat on music and bone

an

his sculpted wildiness

Cagey

— after Argerich

Now I write on/above love,

wholehearted letters to

shapes held for both of us;

the letters spill like mouths

her; her hair is caught;

we have time to untangle

it, but neither has sd. Her

eyes keep trim, so I cup

one while another cums.

Darn has little time to work,

so little over them, eyes close

to the thimble, to little pick.

My poems move jauntily;

quiet, I sit with them.

Quiet

Clove crisp of thought day

miracle of control to storm,

calming scent, almost light

liturgy, that relief, being with

both, and knowing I suffice drops,

so we are each more intimate

than the same;

dawn breaks on to waves.

when i write it mostly opportunistic. here, i tried to spin the ‘world’ into harmonic distortion with the v in ‘versions’: and that is clearly what happens for some readers, even if it’s just me

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Frost lining in two plastic cups,

what’s going on’s history, scenic

potential to a fall into the world,

an underneath this paving stone:

versions that I love.