Long Poems on Emily Dickinson

shuttered   in   this
                  h o u s e,    I feels a'like       dearest
                                                                  Emily.

Cardiac cripple I be here. EXcuse if i'yam'bean  some kinda bummer.
Y'know, puttin'  o u t          them      Bad Vibes
                                                             Negative Energy
                                                               shit like that.

Well well well.......this house is my brother's house. Not Emily's.
                                    ...

Sisters:                
               
               
  I am at the intersection where I stand for dinner, in a few hours to go to Bethlehem.  Our mother left Amhurst when we were 9 years old but she sends you a letter last night.  I will post it in L.A.                
               
   I talked in Amsterdam about starting a Press, and we found a very interesting partner.  I signed papers with them before I left yesterday.                
               
   In the opening episode, I plan to say, "Thank you." Gratitude is the only secret that can...

What penance is to be paid          
for dropping the large brown eggs              
of your eyes—              
their content saturating              
the busted carton of your cheeks               
       
And all my childhood horses      
and all my imaginary playmates        
can't put them back together again;          
       
I can only try to explain        
             
Blood is the life;              
I feel mine in these Sacred lands—              
each spilled drop fertilizing               ...