James Schiller

i think it is accurate that 
sound is measured in volume

wish. the richter scale
gibbers a little.

dream. chronic scepters
splay the damp
damp foreground.

it’s true, greed.

more, a moat
toward groping.

gut-lunged. grievish.

near-sighted ditches
tussel harp sounds
in parentheses.

if the ear trips
amidst this monster
slop.

bridges. fists.

the property of my arms
floppy with it.

genre-proof
uterus verses.

dozened blood.

homonym pollen
we can’t imagine
is accidental:

heard. herd.

James Schiller is the editor of SWINE, an online magazine of contemporary poetry. His poems have been published in elimae, LEVELER, Knock Magazine, and others. He blogs at oldtestamentdeaththreats.com.