hi

I am falling asleep.
I see you
It is a tired sunday.
You're a rory thing to do.
Tomorrow I will wake up twice, once for each time you died.
And in the evening there will be a sunrise.

Orbits

Drum lines have multiplied into
rhythm sections of shark fin

Philosophy of Poetry

At the limit
imposed by infinity I find that slowly
withering correspondent corpses shed more
light on the bloated morbidity of language
than on any shift in the measure or medium
of this millenium. I Punctuate because that
is who I am. I believe in Oxford Commas. When
I die, my obituary will capitalize my name, and
profoundly place each period before a double space.