Was Once

I say goodbye
to my first love,

I say goodbye
to my ripe hurt,

I say goodbye
to my dark voice,

I say goodbye
to my other’s want.

I say goodbye
to my elegant genesis,

I say goodbye
to my weekend cheer,

I say goodbye
to my enflamed euphoria,

I say goodbye
to my sentient length.

Yes, even I
was once,
only fifteen
years, here.

Yes, even I
was once,
embattled and
brained, but
unbereft of beauty.

Yes, even I
was once,
betrothed by
a force, caustic
and confounding.

Yes, even I
was once,
deleted in death,
scavenging
after breath.

Yes, even I
was once,
I was.

The Poet

The poet like a
child
is confused when he hears shouts

The poet like the
wild
will not will away their doubts

The vast sea is the vast sea

red hooks
remain
red hooks

As a handful
of water
tastes better than it looks

The Greatest Refusal

My death as sum—three
times discounting
decent rehearsing
of thought
to voice in line and
worse, smoked stones awaiting,
abating, the ingrain curse.
No one, echo, eternal, inert.