New ebook!

Well, e-chapbook, really. I’ve been working very hard on this little collection of a dozen sonnets and I’m glad to say that they’re finally ready.

Here’s a sample. Enjoy!

 

we ran out of gas before we got there
metaphorically of course the car was
just an ancient generation’s notion
of freedom or some such so later when

we seemed to be writing a story for
the new employer on the optimal
monetization of the eternal
memes (to avoid the friends convenience made—
their brotips and conversations like photos
of completely uncluttered interiors)

we made a slow-motion escape attempt
but were swallowed by the slothy summer

and rose at noon to find the cicadas
gleefully gone on their fatal picnic

 

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who birthed
a stone
shining
through cries
broken
picked it
up kiss
kiss put
it down
this white
page still
hates me
no that’s
silly
after
all the
great sea
flashes
stop that
the night
humid
for what
was his
name John
didn’t
he have
a big
something
car and
maybe
I’m wrong
headed
eyebrows
foreheads
who walk
by my
window
why do
they breathe
so close
to me
so pick
up the
white page
try to
forget
the names
swarming
the heat

that sentimental day we recite our atrocities a la mode
which rhymed at the time though not in retrospect

 

they say it may never be untied though
will serve as a warning to newcomers
peddling some dewey gospel

 

the car wouldn’t start as we had not
calculated for the variance in the
new gravity and its effect on the ancient
components that likely will take

 

weeks to fabricate but if you’re still with
me we can descend into the canyon
and investigate the rumors
of this miraculous vegetable

 

like drawing a hand with the hand that’s drawing the hand