Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...

UNTOWARD

March 8th, 2010 by Zack

UNTOWARD

whatever other

mask I have, I

always have

yours to wear:

cardboard bag,

proof of scissoring,

the once pungent

permanency of

indelible ink.

ANY OTHER NOW

March 7th, 2010 by Zack

ANY OTHER NOW

an unused mouth,
toothpebbles, dry,
papery whispers—

a midnight forgiveness,
a low hanging moon,
a less black night.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD (PART EIGHT)

January 28th, 2010 by Zack

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD (PART EIGHT)

unslouch your none-
too-gentle gyre, slough

off any of your burdensome
yestermorns, the broken lead

of an undesked pencil, chasms
gnawed into a disposable pen—

:;:

there is always another heavenly
façade under construction, obscured

behind all those sunfaded signs
promising the imminent arrival of

the “coming soon”, the faster food,
the I-am or the iamb or at least

convenience.

FRAGMENT (R&R)

January 28th, 2010 by Zack

FRAGMENT (R&R)

even her ghost has fled her,
turning demurely from every
camera, unwilling to be merely
another memory again.

SWELL

January 26th, 2010 by Zack

SWELL

a wrack dream,

constellations
too misremembered

to be navigable—

tossed here,
an almost sleep

an almost sea,
in either case

waves covering.

MONDAY (WEEKDAY AND BRING OUT / THE CLARINET!)

January 26th, 2010 by Zack

MONDAY (WEEKDAY AND BRING OUT / THE CLARINET!)

rung out,

more blown about
that falling,

a yesterday’s defeat
gone grumbling
towards noon.

;:;

tip tip tip tip—

a break room
gone fishy,

let the bulb die,
the dim suits
the strain of eyes.

Y (R&R)

January 25th, 2010 by Zack

Y (R&R)

that sometimes mistaken Thorn;
questionary pronouns awaiting an eschaton,

as the night weaves itself into ribbons of tail lights,
the always-following unless they have gone out,

all the sleepers watch, through the veins of their
closed eyelids, the doublefortnighted striptease of the moon.

you turn you and you and why back onto me;
I only have four things, if you give them to me.

THE TEETH OUTSIDE THEIR BODIES (R&R)

January 25th, 2010 by Zack

THE TEETH OUTSIDE THEIR BODIES (R&R)

when breath be
comes dispensable,

then the Sun spreads her
legs; the false stars spy

on that white dusting
of fine hairs that wait

for the slow song of
turbine and saxophone.

WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES (R&R)

January 24th, 2010 by Zack

WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES (R&R)

mouthred: the sound
flutters, unsure of how
to fill an empty Coke
can, much less a room—

take a square and pull
it up around the black
grid of this chair, exhale,
this is how I work.

these days are waiting,
impatient for the nights,
for haunting scents that
cling, like lovers, to the

pillows.

“FORGIVE ME IF I WANDER A LITTLE THIS EVENING,” (R&R)

January 24th, 2010 by Zack

“FORGIVE ME IF I WANDER A LITTLE THIS EVENING,” (R&R)

my vassal hands
quiver against the
steering wheel to be

not journeying to you,
to have no token or glove,
of—, of favor in

this day & etc…
how I would die
for one hour—for

what is in the
world? … and
it worked and

it didn’t and I
am weak again, with
weeks, with sunsets

I would give you my
eyes for, the falling
reds, oranges embrac-

ing the earth, before
Black absence hides
upon the past / I

quite forget thy face.

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