Tag Archives: Hayden Bunker

Your radiator cracks its hot gut             like a drum and a snake squirms on the ceiling. Lesbians counting needles             (seventy-three maybe) whisper of the wave: green light, camera, paparazzo             after your own naked body. Trained (click) trained freak picking clods … Continue reading →

call me capybara gold-eater             sighs capybara                         swoons capybara                                     barks at the stars                                                 capybara!                         how many dry runs?             dry sounds—round nugget                         down in the earth                                     flash in the pan as it were                         black cat             whirs in a black street night             streetlights … Continue reading →

O Blue, dear Gary: you are a sad one. One by one you foil up & dry up, welling up, cry. Blue, baby, blue, sotto voce and so low so bowed before the ocean all sprawled out below. Dear sir, … Continue reading →

Scraping together the gray dust             of winter’s tender fossils love’s feet burnt at the ides of May             we teased open our clammy souls to dry like wool on the pastures of sun             We made our choices breaking from whatever didn’t … Continue reading →

a purple sun sets in the window of a train             sliding north up connecticut’s drainpipes (away from the matchsticks of dutch glass,             heads aflame in the clouds) to a promised land whose leaves in gold painted masks             curl in prayer … Continue reading →