This morning I am watching you sleep with your arm curled
around your mouth. You open
your eyes, squinty, & then close them. But not before I
sneak inside & live there. I build a city
inside the look you gave me & live there alone with my
lover & thousands of trees, all of whom
we elect mayor. We are loyal assistants to this
administration of this city of your gaze & trees &
we are making such great strides in municipal policy. The
trees-mayor passes a law to move all
the lawns together & strip all the buildings down to just
roofs for watching the sky.
I keep opening books, hoping they’ll be about you.
& sometimes they almost are, just like this early time of
day before everybody wakes up & I’m
wandering the house like a cat in a room.
& SOMEWHERE THE SUN
Somewhere there is a clearing
in a forest where the world is
not a lonely place.
Somewhere there is a mountain
I have written on in forest fires
that says I am sorry I am not
the one you were looking for.
I wanted to be so badly.
But I am just this one person.
& it says all this
below the tree line.
& somewhere the sun
looks the same coming up
as it does going down.
Selected Published Pieces
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picture by sam dean lynn
The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
On her divine Majority —
Obtrude no more —
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —
I’ve known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —
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Tao of Terence
links to all 12 of Tao Lin’s articles about Terence McKenna:
'sign up maybe for being' by Alex Griffin
I really enjoyed this ebook by Alex Griffin
it’s got this poem:
Getting punched in the head walking home
was the best thing that ever happened to me
I wish I had one every day
a tap after breakfast
and one just as I reach for my phone at 3am
just as a warning
and this poem:
we went to her parent’s house together for the first time
she told me in the car home about
how her dad would come home from football games
and throw chairs at everyone
w/ v. decent aim(former tennis player)
I closed my eyes and saw
the Smiling Singing Billy Bass on their wall
with the batteries out
and this picture: