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 Righteous Perspective   
                 
                 
                                    I found the Mohawk Valley 
                    singly       Wild-Man!    He participated in 
                staggering   discovery        (shoot-his-mouth-off)
                                           Oil I have found
                                   Cumbustion I have made!

                      whatever the Sun bleaches  is    History

           ripening apples                        faceless Father!

                             white Sulfer speaks perpetually
                   thousand say single    intelligence   shit of the
                 Mohawk flying crow    the burnt word    the
                                                 Singing Name 
                                  but to say that there are 
                             kindnesses!    the horse is 
                       leaping & there is a record of
                   the Motion            Full Sun 
              receives      & is   turning black 
       the dream of perfection

                                what belongs?
                                what holds?
                                what takes us up here?
                                what is oil-mortal?
                                what is Natural
                                envelopment?
                                what is O explain!

                      brilliance under the
                    Sun.             the     limit
                           has left the last
                        cold
                    /breast rib stomach Sighing hurr/
                 icane

                                    Woman where is Wild-man?
         water unites earth
                             the created things
                           understanding
                         No Numbers!
                       begotten
                    cubes           rustle       Hear!
                 existence forever.