(1)
cut your hair killdeerskin
…………..child
EXODY THE BODY close your
eyes it’s…………i-i-i-EYE my friend & not
…………the halo & its dried clay
sub-merging totality into
………….. ……….fracture ; oneness
in GREETINGS , CONTINGENCY
of my sex taking ……….off the veer
………….. that of which periphery is made
when i embody change & not flesh am i
unhumaning ………….. myself?
………….. ………. a question mark
is the most transsexual punctuation
………….. oh get rid
of those bangs i have nightmares
afternoonly
(2)
When a man dies you can’t quite prove it.
Death is not a clinical thing.
To what extent does breath constitute a life epitomized?
When I died I was more alive than ever.
No commas.
(3)
I KNOW DUST DOESN’T REALLY HAVE WINGS but dust in the air is not dust
……..on the ground we have to have a name for it a name inaugurates meaning
………….. inaugurates existence & we can’t just ignore dust that recognizes you
………….. ……. & not your shoe sole
(4)
so i propose doing away with names if any so nothing can ever get its
existence enacted & then all of us will have circles cut around us by invisible
scissors & that way the entire paper will disappear every cutout will takeover
nonexistence will be made legislature & we will eat so well even in the winter
because we are rendered dead by laws of the universe i.e. conventional logic *i*
am already dead anyways i use the word dead because i am not dead but is
there any word for self-imposed self-death creating self-life halfway into your breathing
i am dead in a way that matters so very much
(5)
On [] island there’s a barber. I dreamed of him. I made him cut my hair.
—t.r. san (The Dawn Review)