Category: AKA

LIFT UP
THE DEAD

///    Princess in a heavy sweater,

boys in see-thru sealed balloons:

My Death tries to make me swoon

I want to bury that lost comrade,
   to part his body,
   to draw his spirit in white chalk
Living, to bury caution,

   and to conjure a mad,
   nightmarish shout

   on the line between Love and Missing

The glamour of solitude
Read about it in the rare books collection

A bird could be screaming
  and be confused with singing
by those who are not birds
  and are always analyzing

My friends who may be screaming,
  i am still on earth;
  youve given me some great photos

My eyes, are they saying “it’s enough”?
We used to dine together

    I’d like to see you
      before i go