a poem by jacob berg — god was a hedonist glancing at ghouls again cody had calipers man got a song for free limpets and silverfish rinsing the reticent leaping impediments limping along. clever, they called the boy dark and impetuous naked and vigilant neck of a swan until one blessed day on the tailwind of circumstance swallowing seeds he became half a…

a poem by jacob berg — and sure as the air blow by, some easy world above his head, the dance continued free and lightly. barked and burnt the eye. no static but for every beat. no thought loud enough to wake the devils in the ground. another morning he sweep leaves from the sidewalk, grass trailing envious…

a prose poem by jacob berg — go go go go and what’s stupendous. alligator jaw know all he know not, swaying in tangerine backlight, kissing his limbs and digits across a furnace of fire. the time were lingered on the back of my pillow, drool apuddle as my lasting night drill holes in all teeth. brown…

a poem by jacob berg —

a poem by jacob berg —

a poem by jacob berg — there’s a sort of forever in the voice booming pronouncement over the car-pocked apocalypse, a considered staccato, a throw, a catch. this man i saw ginsoaked doing cannonballs off the curb, he were all whirlybird he told me where’d the grass go? how’s the whole ground grey? how’s these buildings go so high and hard cash every brick but we…

i kiss clouds that look like dough, they teach me what’s for dirt. swear one time i killed myself – woke up, went to work. age sells homes along the heart but plumes of smoke to shape the dark – stronger streams than we run clear and run another day. say…

a poem by jacob berg — sorry for what you lost sorry the sun shines red but i ain’t done that i slain a boy i loved one too i dreamt a red sun but i ain’t shone it i wore my heart formal i thought about you i traced your eyes and sold it for a million and i ain’t share but whose fault’s the sun…

a poem by jacob berg — great grand dummy on the chinook howlin get out while ya still can b’y what a wonderful chill on yer neck and the green grass and the hair of the dog. great love shoots up the fraser, well salmon’s yesterday’s news and i’m half sour by now but i suit a little bite. anyways, no deli at the…