eric m acosta

celestial dentist

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2026

Dedicated to Caleb Thompson, Gareth and Jenny Holman, Joel Myers, Becca Rose Hall, Ian Murdock -- all the Wordos

 and every night in these empt places I do repeat my love

mad so mad -- those offer without questions

walking from   _____  to  _____

                  .    to    .

  urmuring book of heal ornate luminance

whisp untangle living electricity

mystified  or  undoing there   calm in  generation

  sense of  substance sense

if i would were to say to the swirling fire  universe

it would expunge inward to be every heavy  belief in self  it had  

   yield  highest corner  warm  harvest  stretch found  stop  side 

what was is located in elastic arcanias's interosseous crests

comfortable discomfort --  iz cat grows thinner and thinner

  six legs are back  at skin feast

last night unpoetry flwrd

its  lamina wndrd aloud

offering out the findings of  pour

of  wound winded whatness

this morning I let her sleep curled in a small ball

 from the curtain  white and in sun

mysterious core that can only be you  secrete forever binding

I want to  tell  the whole world   love    let it drown in its ugliness  terrible screaming of the dead once they've got sight froth

this to turn when I creak -- 8   tongues groaning planet -- black bolts  reality rupture -- here love finds its   cartilage

You know how it feels

C  -- ill tell you a secret -- I am in

love with    __                   Far from perfect serene glade still though existing sweet  -- love --  persistence of etc  twirl all between  teeth till un -- over 867 days in quiet practice learning of these moment of startling realization  -- joy and self terror  -- the abysm anointed

All at once glances around gateway through its antecedent roam

I am worried and  my awareness of matter fragility makes  beauty

All here things sing love

meat is coming out a casket

then undelineated and within damp perspectivelessness 

I sat in the  church garden by its statuary  -- lemniscate enjoying holy palmers kiss -- the closed door presented representation -- the sun in wood without quarrel

I ate and drank water on stone steps knowing  enough times I have seen the basement but not the insides

believed it  similarly flowering  -- bluejay hare crow coyote

 -- the horror of being

grocery up the hill in arms

sanctuary still exists

C -- I called and left a message -- wanted to say I worked on my wordo piece -- this morning afternooon I awake  and use found knowledge of the crypt accumulate -- treasures left for the seeking dead who feel life as they brush up against the solid spaces we've left -- the urn and manifesto -- the masque and their pets -- I had this thought almost a year ago at the cherry pit -- the spirit is all around

and each multiple of one soul's tremendous energy and that in their swirling they graze upon our living  which brings

 these energies memory -- this personifies them and if they are without content the seeking  keep doing so

 it is true that one particle of energy can be many different beings

I tremble at what is happening

I am called to the bedroom by the ferryman's radio 

still  no one thing is loud enough today

i'm preparing for a trip to california

maybe you'll take care of my izzy cat and I'm not sure how long I'm gone but that I'm leaving -- thinking about what I'll regret my whole whole life

currently relishing in the act of being there

I know you get that

till moment fraught with living

i rejoice in my body luck to be alive today

verge majest emerge to where you rise rare

unbleeding passenger  scatter   the core of the bone shouting stars ripped spore litter the stay

phase states grip this as big murky clouds too far hope

precipice perspiring dandelions and peonies

water tanks see through  hanging from the ceiling

every one of me off the stage is on it now

lead skeleton heat looking up like a radio tower

trust  body intelligence as truth

 seek itself for itself   to ungravel

shelving.

C -- All is shaking now.  say. Sing. strum. pulse. Maybe this is the sink of want -- solace Retrying  to understand more memory then reality -- what is being the implication of want deeper than perception

-- the more I explain a thing the more it falls away into its infinite constituent shelves

-- I see the body in all its gaudy  splendor -- Split atoms. Wail. Alto. Juju. Maybe this is the sink of want.  Instantiation flows bodily conversations    -- its place as many places -- -- the communication the body of forms in the self to self  -- looking down into my retracted hands as I gurn from the bed-- sending letters to the other. Return into me.

Maybe this is the sink of want. The grinding of  bones.  I am an organized movement of limbs seeking spaces -- an idea that perpetuates itself in the slow morning thinking what is the root of movement as I raise the jar to quench the soot. As I glissan, the word murmurate and it is absurdity -- acres of boson blossom before reaching the eyes at all -- Maybe this is the sink of want -- a body interpretation of the body's own miracle. There is so much real outside my perception which is faulty  -- maybe this is the sink of want

whatever din they are begging you to be part of

My biology needs funeral stamping

 barge herder shimmy terrific 

Metaphysic eucharist stuff  Swallow  this hecatomb to which yes resides pwoerful but is also the results of a terrible unreleased leaching

 they  are the salivating  morons

of destitute

of nothingness

 and they do not deserve your kind

Forever etc. uthoriaflect

Splem door yes of the body microscopy

To the tinges

Or the faults inherent migraine

Demand that you undefine me

Demanding demands that you unhold me

Demanding you is demanding in that you leave me out your filter

I do what thra job demamds offer

me axle  im undemanding so you dont have to demand Asking you to leave me undemanded  In the cloak of your demands oh boy what  underneath imprint

Dont demand me speak out

Unsay it in in unthinking

How solidly obtuse  this demand youve preyed me

Gatefold gust acquires many pretenses

 street closed  three faced sentinel  Stood

longing  glossal cataract  acknowledge pendulum three segment

canal or leash or tragedy

Triangular broad  thin

Merch racks trapeze duke

roll elephant ball

Hat and coat  Landmark in dissection

  ad free coffee bunting slut  xenolalia endless shape ossary   attraction

bellingham in progress

C -- nothing does exist and there's something deep within that  that yearns    welcome back elements of the big picture 

diminution hints of  Hawaii

I had been there not too long ago with a now somewhat defunct trio -- you will know this later --  vast panorama of human experiences thumping craven pandering turquoise eye shadow links logic lonely scribbled etchings -- you will know things like this and clearly --  it is always 4 0 3

give up show business move to the country and marry a blues singer

it would be nice if there was something out there that was all knowing and that held you in their hand

but nothing exists about you even you

or unsound 

I have spent my last nineteen dollars for a while -- porous morning glittering birds

the possible  erratic

can we agree to that -- agregious danger genesis buzz pith --  the burn on my writing hand blisters as do a honed pack of seven sorceri -- eon kiss antisound  into an altogether wilder entity  -- histrionic bark  grunt   whelp

the dorsal side of the animas  grazed  350 degree plain receiving bread slices

oven rack  -- I have no toaster   woe  

if you see  me  weep 

  couch  quiet  fetal releasing ethanol breath

          speak  of  being  hungover  decrepit

on the bus fetid seperating groceries squander into bins for stocking on the shelves

gone because there is no time 

loading dock silence desire remembering weight stability addict whirl

 memory is synesthesiatic crunch  

  the more clear it is the more it changes presentnesswreckage    ultra  clarity 

shardschizophrene crinklearose

a single become in   touch two now in

fraterniity

 exhausted -- crater -- word is first body vice versa

 meat  vessel  designed to shake so on the verge of a thought flesh resonates & aint it this that the  up to down of this whole wide real weirdness  is   quadraquaking scape   -- medium of fluid  -- susurrate -- totem is communication

ongoingness  confines

whose syllable flatlind to busy sgnl --   rtchd syntax

  I am saying love is  hard to do

also I forgot your birthday on monday crisp and I am sorry still 

depends on the day

C -- you said it is okay that being shown so much love shatters you

that love is destructive we know is true 

& communication  complicated

honesty separating  is trochal sheets

ghost thin with hooks -- it makes room for holding the now yourself says : i am the dying -- i am the cancer bidden -- i am the soon emptied bed

telling my self  it is okay that you will be                          I can't say I will love you yet I'm not sure --     you know  we all know --  this party and its candles

we have seen it all go a million ourselves  --

I hold  now and am  shone the better for it --  when do I stop making space for the dying

turn to this and let the space make  you -- I am only speaking to myself

and in my dying all the love I aint losing

today in daily practice fallen

C -- it is okay how many times it has all been said between us

AM always off balance on the mat   the body ways a a slow    falling tree      flash flood of habitual harm  -- for decades I was no belief in balancing

this is grief work now  --  early morning afternoon shower just to say the day is starting now

blooded  hot water  deflated

I rewrite the prayers of every erased gods

ripple asked me if I think of ancestors and said there was  finding them in your body

the table was abundant on sunday --  it has all been said  how many times 

it is okay

saturn's north pole  arranged in the yard  the drums of self suspirate not clearing yet and not gone

walls a din   they do not i

plague  --  I am the authord  approval caught in ecosystem -- I saw tape blowing in the wind from the lamp post

maybe parting will help

last night in the garage after

dinner unquiet and korede read

line dances and lagos stations

our weight is meaningless --

      sunday evening mornamong the greatest poets of the new dawn

last night the dinner party sick with  their gold turn  each an alarm clock awaiting

remember we spoke of devestation on the sofa

reliving sobriety's first weeks -- before then so loaded now so loaded but then so  -- dedicated to the monster. Corbin and I spoke as draught collectors surrounded by a ring of winds turning  in opposite direction to the storms itself.  It's like a mastodon in the room. As an addict to suffer you coincide as knowing. We do despite the magnificence

of this living room reading Sunday  --   it is okay how many times it has all been said between us

Monday rising of mattress the living dead said  --  love -- I see it in the eyes of ull --  the first creaking to maladaption

to the host of morsel novels seeing this in the way

stable geometric arrangement of  polygons can occur on any planet

drip coffee /  empyrean isles

and  hulks  collapsing  in this regard move through a simple question  -- the physics of sound

the wave comes clear then audible decays faster than its body can remember to hold together  -- thinking largely as me and the daily practice  talked on expectations and their going  reminded me of  relinquishing

my body does seek its own rhythmic alliance as its own scripture seeing the way of trial

you remember dying at

invention 

&   

anticyclonic rings   

the sespedalians remerge

when he died asking if I loved how

the observed   system produces a long-living structure

it was supposed to be so compact and then numbers papered in literature

yet how you pulled in the asking of this love subsequent to tremor

the darkness headed  -- how terrible this version of knowing journey

is that me  with  love in your hand

call it heart bark rebalancing falling tree wonders

minutes can last a lifetime if you think of them

it is okay how many  times  it has all been said

i understood in time

quote

Buffalo? Etched on the walls of his dimming mind. They might be the last thing to go. Like on the great plains. Just space on the horizon. Or maybe they will aways be there like in the cave of Lascaux. Buffalo. Bison. Living animal spirits forever with us. Our relationship with them is part of what makes us human.

end quote

Contemplation on death in the afternoon

Whose robes are just oh so chic

Declare the stainless steel disco  where i know our story mends my forehead pressed against solid hers before they took her away

      the closer I get the more abstract it all becomes -- washing iz’s blankets

Sequined saturn blows hexagon and its so cool baby

    click  fingers  green

Fabulous slayer pronounces

The soup is cold and t he libraries too

on the ritual dance floor Supremity lich

   is   glimmer   festooned   necrotic  glitter gyrate colossi aground who  the mastotron skull sing  Sugar cane cinnamon aint

her paw prints on the book shelf

wise clay distended with ergot

the warm  groovy swoon cohesive

her body on the wall in a frame

 denim black  Sleek  toppd jacket washd  acid   grim -- A dividend procession returns this horror of emptied patterns 

i wash her bedding

Though there is no more sacred soap to cleave the impression

Ive never seen not glisten

How pregnant  this of death is

  left animal objects on a pallet in the alley

fine   Sweltering and 7 months closer

    maternity robes glowing tidal amongst that structure which yielded to all expectation

your now receptacle   --  was it was i was

-- is  --

Goneness 

Such unliving fur

breaching me

Oh siege torn sphinx

Whose dowery abundant  is space

No the walls screech to emd the fast not once  more  describe this mote

In what gift is silence warm

I pushed the pus out of her bloat and the stench though mild is

I spent the day rendering video

C -- I am checking in wandering wonder -- ask  exactly where when it all starts is and knowing full that I am

not hopeless or helpless and that this knowing path I've chosen is the utmost

strenuous  C -- I'm saying that belief out loud that  I believe I am satiating

I do not feel alone anymore and that revelation love is so heavy  C -- wary -- I have set the appntmnt

walked myself the the  feeling unease easiness of the comfy chair

days despite hardship continue beautifully

 --  god it is this way

aint got no money saved to save  -- you know what I said -- you know what I said -- sing   retired this afternoon is no going back somehow I know  somewhere

        that thought residues    ull  leaves water atop the bedside drawer in a clear glass  that turns to a door as I walk

through it which resembles endless warehouse shelve aisles -- there are no faces on this drunk side next year

without this regalia are sonic wrapped raptures and all the  rabble -- the blurred outs -- looking together

anamorphic focus surfing  started to build nervous lower frequency

operating on reams of unpoetry 

-- wednesday  I saw art music in  teatro de la psychomachia

downtown doors down  dreamgirls

from their rooftop was mariners stadium in profile

C  -- I am so terribly present tense

what in the name of all heaven

is no isolating paths of the body from its other heraldry

from once what lies in the spectrum borderland

tolerance and patience were once uprooted in terrible fashion

the hedges harmonic  

-- there are bananas on the microwave in the kitchen

lunch is cooling on the stove

the thursday readings happen in 6 half hour increments

daily ritual of self  done

now we face the long ways toward forward in which we believe out

that our lives must go with no proof but the belly asking for what the hands made

through the mind's task focused eye

C --  there is hunger magisterial here in the quiet apart from the keys pressed rhythm which makes me  truly believe
there's a scourge of ants in the apartment

I scrubbed the shower until it whined

I laid out the chemical traps

the washer was being used

I drank coffee and listened to patsy and read mccarthy and bolano and ate a thin breakfast and got in touch with amy about tonight and did yoga and meditated

it is the last tuesday of february

a way of separating

been a long while  in my dream   appearing and reappaearing

as if   bodies don't part

C -- your poems startle and are also

lovely

--insert the sound of your acoustic guitar, and you singing from your arm chair

in your ship crazy --

we wrote  a  song in a bar and that is beautiful too

I wish you were not so burdened in buckets of sadness

love you

and wishing peace

you don't got to eat if you don't want

 jamb awning feigns

C -- we've been separated far too long

 I'm currently caught up in the swell

division --  hornets  burrowscurry fingers leg-ish  demented  inn equally as frenzied organs --  this  wave is bringing me to you -- the ending is a bouquet of hands -- glumps the size of ornate ornaments  -- the insects home juts caddawump from the wall

 painted yet in brick embrocature the statue face  all over  already  angles magnificize

I  was thinking about where it was all going to go . I will see you soon   sings the emptied

can of refried bean eaten as is as it launders efficient the dirth  of too much

marked will call  through    cells

to say   you are skin only when it is shed and in this way you know the grips of the entering which is the unrelenting forward pace  -- extinct  head to temple

do not sing but grumble one lombastd grawn

need  baring the oath as teeth  in relation to  enscribed

dune  dynamo hums 

a rusty worn out projector

I am dug into

thinner than a quark barely

cover me

yes yes yes

the lasadasic nature of the sundial's  iminatabl helix

I enjoy this space we've created here

C --    I keep not getting you on the phone

your show is tomorrow and I'm looking forward to it

nothing big or necessary  to go through just want to talk over 

today nothing is loud enough

 used / used

spinning in / out / in --  far out feedback strctres echo shftd strts orient to fit

 swimming   tons  drag   dissipate

so  close to the entrance again 

 acetaldehyde     dissonances    striatum

mouth relapse mouth  -- the price of proximity  is  collision

4 years clean  at march   --  letting a wild thing into my apartment 

prey  at  all hours    without   food / sleep  -- in a hungover hazy dream wave living --  I was always into those  --    dynamic slowness verging austere -- their understanding

bare /  start       --     he’s  gone   to   nashville 

 lessening    clarity    leaving    momentum   

   over the telephone  --   now / then      it / wont --

    distance does nothing to gravity

      once matter starts spinning it just

         needs 

    there  is  no  sure  thing  as  sure  as  that

or if not heavy, just full

 C ---  It's been a busy week, and a heavy month

the cup runneth over

the why  in emptying   is   the cup  pored      

 prayer  

prey

so that it can fill  beyond its brim

without any of the excess blood

of   you and your  speaking    the glass and the air molecule

all that between   space    it is many visage and cloak

every time     [ (          ) ]    is replicated

as  the firmament

as  the womb of   og

I speak to your notioning  --    space and its stars its space --  above made limbo

photonic uterus

sapien eyes    to ear eat to ear

it is only as of what is

simple presentation    love to  be 

we spoke again and again on the phone of the  ultimate     emptiness

      our ego  magic trick  

   white rabbit // hat

fic-friction  image-being  2D unlarge --  doorknob handle   to do list notification

easier to hold  belief  than  to  feel 

it has been a full month in terms of relationships to emptiness

i.e.  self mythologizing representations of emotions -- establishing the places of pieces this cold  month  I saw  boundary -- the cup and

 its stem and its brim -- yes, the fingernails of the hand too and

 the lips  jaw  --  the causalities entwined

   january   finding   value 

I  feel  cheap and used  / / the poet and his cave painting casualties by the fire huddled

 I am too      cheapening and doing the using

don't feel resolved but  I let  off the hook    to live with

the undetermined  determiner

the cat was asleep under the table and now there are chair legs

it is overcast but otherwise resplendent

in that way that cloud cover exemplifies the light

there is no lack here

half gone

C -- I am looking forward

watching into the crashing migraine  time

thrushing wind to which once we might breach the bend

of the  wheat   field     endless  in  spinal caress

I'm caught up in the idea of someone

layer after layer  communes    abscencia

the day is brilliant and I am only waking

knowing it has slipped from my shoulders

the grip

C     I very much enjoy the new strain of poem

they glitter

as gems slickd by slime

--

woke up early today

enthralled by the pure blue near dawn

--

did I tell you I had dinner with Tess Gallagher?

She told  a story about Murakami

he used to stay at   me and Ray's

Murakami had been bitten by a stray cat before coming into Seattle

and he had to get rabies shots

--

made breakfast and ate it standing at my window

drinking coffee black

chilaquiles eggs pinto tomato jalapeno

on a salmon hued plate gotten free from someone's driveway

--

I watched arborists tame the trees

that  fell  straind

in last night's garrulous wind

celestial dentist

where we left things the other afternoon

and the other night

unborn penny in the jar

fare thee well  pours your body

wanting  off  course

of this there is no more water in the drains

ferry crawl way from the window

top the canine buildings

ye  caterpillar of light  wakes of truth

there will be no more speaking

so many gone bodies ring out wonder

the distant string   muddy boot by the door

grief sigil

We did at once

That far away thought

In space

Recognize ourselves

At least the wolff in our eyes

The daemon in dregs of tea

At our outer limits

Responding to dissociative coaxing

We love ourselves there

Speed equated to God

What splendid machinery

We have entrenched to as  om

What shouts first before muscle Is love

From the bell  swollen

And no cold terror can keep this sound unheard or else unfelt

Arc at the new age we spill 

To part ways with distance again

And become the truest form of universe

Each ache a reminder of life's itch

or  Be then friend still and wait

In the paradox of the real

And warmed through the bone

In the tyrads of hate

chorus of aching love

 Be patient and well

Remember

after the ballet skye chased the falling snow

hummingbirds swaying from her ear lobe

sky full with moons

and  that  way  glowed

on the phone  recounting on  ten fingers  pulse

diagnosis  end  pulls temple  closest

its no big thing as simple as it is

leaving outside the small window

january falls

beyond yellow curtains

and tomorrow the city will be frozen shut

the closets emptied

the church plaza breathing

an agreement on time plastic

it's hard to say you saw it coming

when refraction's all done

after the day you went away

 in stereo  first loves  spoken  cast 

upon   your    going  cold

the  shimmering  solar warmth 

the cat went to the vet again today

friday picking up skye    

winter hour's no snow this year

it's barely cold

the  drive  is  easy

                       from the airport

  the 3 of us get together  after   about   11 

lost lake too much cups   late  night  trunk  teem

 what   sees  is  quaking

scab and infection  long  term

my bare feet  swallowed unsleeping

outcome window sundown  more white than blue and less alive --

brittle leaves  small  music  box

gear   sing   ooo

it wasn't  easy to stay  away the view from the outside

what does it mean her          body  against

soon 

 early morning now   buried in the cloud

    left to the writing circle

      jen   keeps coming round

but eventually  won't mean anything at all

 she  keeps  sniffing 

cat bites at its terminal mass

then asleep  again against the dirty towels

this is equilibrium

in the vial

when your god fails you

love

the bottom of the bottle hum

the lights in the window rush

and the smoke upturns with  radio volume

again I am waiting for your message made

rodrigo tells me what it is about

  ignoring it  choose to leave  before arrived  these decisions have been

it is okay but this time

there isn't a way out

like before those hours to years unearthing and unearthing

lungs   stomach   strands --

we were so close to god then  

we said it over  over and over

and we loved  loved and loved

but in the northwest I found myself barren

I wish I could've told you this in person Jay.

about the broke  heart   avoided that held  in

 some way I know these words reach you

there at  the  maw of  tomes

believe  me   believe  me

 impress

sugar cane sugar cane

private 14

letters take a while to reach you or else

return    living room    I love    before leaving

meanin groups to herd and tribe

it's the nature of

it, meaning which falls apart as soon as I manage to make it

C --  I cannot help but respond to your poems as they speak through me again

and I can't remember anything stable

but all today their wave have shook the pool again

clutching the space before between

letter missing from my alphabet

recalling many nights spent spent

because the cowboys got to whistle

I'm thinking about   someone long gone

closing time stools on the bar top

pregnant as       z

proven late night car ride

just close enough to  over

turning around the last pylon

the flying machine rebuked always takes its debt

   skye  upturned hand

chase the falling snow

hummingbird halo 

splendid earrings

moving slow fast

barricade erect 19 barrier

tu es agua caliente sin vaso

se encontras sangre

 come viento

manana boca brota boca

brocca's area held well

 maybe  pulling up schrodinger  buckets

the long dorothy tunnel

picture perspirate

its breathing longer counts

to shake the basil

every time I get to holding it the real  only gets more onlong

slow breathing  bestial level of ignorance

ob -- parking lot self

i find you under piles of sludge in the morning breathing

mana

what's going through   our

trembling head

as skinny as you are bare

empowered but still not much

out of pursuit

the edge of the quarry

you could be is

the table empty between

-- diaphragmatic

thing undone wednesday

   brigand  too

tumblerin into the meat sea self

late night early morning driver

jogger alit the leash slack

transeptal  midnight  mulling  to blue  again

a strength

desist scission  crumbling rumble at the

future shape shifting zenith

 project lernusting gravity

bows knights in weight oermant

to say assertive body wall

i hold impermanent permanence permutating

to go stay clear struggle

i am speaking 2     through the neons that are different cinders

please please hear me

one to another

sleet against the phone booth

wet boots by the door

coat and sweater coat and sweater

hold boxes promise california phases