Selected Poems

Hermaphropoetics (work in progress)

from Solitary Workwoman

Part 3: Fire Clay
from The Joe 82 Creation Poems

Selections from
I am the Babe of Joseph Stalin's Daughter

Not Be Essence That Cannot Be



                 Wild-Man & The Peeking Into The Cloud
         
         
                                  the Celestial

                        point.

                                       from
                                       this Region
            we have been speaking

                                  but we plunge
                      into the earth
                we drink the gas every day of the moon.
       The marks in the

                       sKy           claim Possession

             the privilege     is      the
completely PURE
                    distinct Soul in life & death,

          only 3 points lie       separate!

                          eyes & nose

                /mouth calls IMPULSE!

                                  Wild-Man dreamed &
            was taught     I WILL TEAR AWAY

                                                   marks between 
the gaze the vision the pall the sleep the truth the 
  clouds the ivory the virtue the dubbed the sub-
    stantial the word the place the marking the 
      movement the ideal  the age the decline 
        the new the strength  the year  the 
          law  the jaw  the five  the mean 
            ing the  fires  the  quicken
             ing  the narrow  the hole
               the heaven  the  smell
                 the eyes  the soul
                    the Ocean the
                     eternal the
                        biting
                         the
                                 it is beyond us.