burning waterfront.
goblet
of fingers. Galileo’s
fuck-you knuckle
moonlit
by arson. I walk
dark roads,
thirsty
before the pillars.
misery is such
a blue
thing. last shreds
of I-ness
phobic. they have
scorned
the linear. they
have
seen horses
drown. predators
everywhere.
murk
with ivory creatures.
this,
the corridor,
the rat altar. churches
whittling
pi
of its last virgin
decimal. a prime
number
death
swamp. island
of whispers,
& corroded nitrates.
loose ashes
bind,
yes. tongues
cluster.
black-winged
chambered
heart, melting gels
of
the sun cover it all.
I am seeking doorways
guarded
by the widow
of tusks. I am
intoning
plumes. maneuver
apertures.
shrunken-mirror
sun gasps.
in jellyfish silence
I am seeking umbilical
prisms.
the single theory
silt profit billowing
blood-gold gods
as the whale
coil
quickens.
razor razor razor.
kinetic twigs.
in the glib armadillo
breeze,
the cortex
nursery, I seek
the whiplash
ventricle
and a key of grass.
Dennis Hinrichsen‘s twelfth book of poems, dementia lyrics, appeared earlier in 2026 from Green Linden Press. He has new poems appearing in Barrow Street, Bombay Gin Literary Review, diode, The Glacier, The Indianapolis Review, Sontag Mag, Rawhead, and elsewhere. He lives in Lansing, Michigan.. WEB
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