If creation is plosive
and death’s an archive
whose eye measures desire?
If ejaculate coalesce
and alphabets don’t flow
how can metamorphosis?
If lured across space & species
what distance binds
nursery and morgue?
While toxin resonates ambrosia
sweetens genocide sports
a forty-minute girdle
If homed in sapwood, basked
in bark’s pasture, can companion
cells right insurgency?
Tell: if scatalogical
tracings trace eschatalogical
signs: the story
Whether Samsara breed illusion
or Hungry Ghosts are filled with transmigration’s
If design if chaos if history
if prophecy if scripture if heresy
if unholy babble say
While the masses had not hatched
the plot contrived to twist
until entropy’s blue dye
Were something else lashed to the mast
were the dancers not such hollow
Had the epic orgy of pheromones
not flared, had vigil been kept,
the thronging lines stopped
Sing: while all fall down, while lame,
sans antidote, dote & lament
until the teeming rings: despite
Wild Honey Press, Poetical Histories, above/ground press, W, Great Works & Oystercatcher among others; reviews & essays in Agenda, The Gig, The Paper, The Capilano Review, Crayon & elsewhere. He has given readings at the Kootenay School of Writing & at the final CCCP in 2006. His first full-length collection, Bindings with Discords, was published by Shearsman in February 2015.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan