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 Reverberation Of Poetry


                                  & one is says,
                                  I desire thee
                   final & passing      the
         vision
         the thrust
                      becoming the dead cold
                                           & moving to what
                                       I am/   &
                              knowing


                                   the man sees Wild-Man crawl
                ing with          Suns
                                          created
                                       hung/slung Tung Bu
                      pouring  the       moment    as trees drop

                old bark
                             & then with radiant
                                          energy
                                            &
                                                   reverberation
              feeling
              I KNOW.
              We love.
                        but the soundless                the shining
                                                         rain
                              speaks dead heart

                       the pipes of TRANSLUCENCE!        steel/
                                                         bunch
                                                         before
                                                         War
                                                         kiss
                                                         the
                                                         violets.
                                                         sing &
                                                         enter
                                                         that
                                                         emanation
                                                         muscle
                                                         stumble

                        light        the what is
                 my song    red   flower droop
       ing       sad.