selected poems from 'locklines' 
KnivesForksandSpoons Press, 2010


lets scar your scars my
neither our navy’s will blue in
compare it is glow

your door stands without frame
and its depth near darker
I know the say

closes tones to shades
but you stand
and with not pale nor

sway can stare
for freeze paints
crumble and scale away

you have my diagonal
lets nail out the texture
she stories she said

for today I would timber

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its roots
these freshened
by repeats of
experience
the expected
the instigated
the set
to 

you must last as you
grow stay solid in
that showering
keep better
premonition the
serve
stunt and in
press to expanse
beside ground

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my closest
the still
it keeps me
triangular 
structured in
the only
that tracks
measure
if you count
slower I can
pause for
movements 
leisure hooked
and chose 

in being
makes us put
hands to floors
for feeling out 
only here 
traces and with 
that with 
that positioning
sudden seconds
seem stickier
or residual