paper and I speak
paperthick is my mind
heavy words stacked
on a thinning book spine
I am to be tried,
an acquired disquiet
I am a home for strangers,
an adversarial friend--
not in the realm of fights
but I will make you look
at yourself for what you are: a greater being than you believed in
it takes gall to drink a mirror,
a little sting to sit with me just long enough
that you begin to understand:
the exhaustion of identity
is lighter than the laugh of pretense
I have collected my poems in fascicles
when they do not
a unit
form
I think I will need to find
a new pair of arms
to carry this world in my mind
seconds of life
herringboned together
with thoughts for sand
perhaps a new set of hands
to shape this world into mine
into mind I am
I am stumbling over a truth
and I dissolve –
doubt is my faith
and I reform:
the most devout skepticist
and disciple of
The Order of Sardonic Nomads
- am I high and dry
or is this the next montane desert
in the diaspora of the self?
walk where you will
we dance like bees
(it's all talk)
limbic radio 