Saturday, November 15, 2014

bad acid, i guess

bad acid, i guess

your astronaut face looks funny
my fingers lost on you
glue under cellophane
eyes swim like casino boats

death dances
wearing fashionable cheeks
forensic drumbeats vibrate like
hammered intestines

loud of away
everything drowning

your chalky eyelashes
& dissolving gums touch
my matchstick lips

Friday, March 14, 2014

we got the radio wet

and wear our submarine suit sideways
eternal hearts {locked}

the connective steeple
our pupils rest in their exaggerated flex
keep us from binging on
these inoperable waves

what now?
i mouth
but you only smile---
an abbreviated circle


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

i think of you ~ Tanita Tikaram

Thursday, January 13, 2011

happy new year, my most beautiful inspiration..

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i wrote a thing.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dreams: mobile

“to feel you’re not two billion other unselves is enough” — ee cummings


the doomed
invent help
and a secret window

the bruise is really a coral colored crystal

around the doorknob:
beasts split &

on hot pillows

give it to me, baby!

eyes possess the power of reckless
in a blink
wide fields of
stairways & haunches


and so / the girl
moves in margins

nipples kidnapped
heavy metal

the contraption


his strokes fill her completed body
with long knots of shadows

who’s winning now?

bonbon fingers
cream puff
late as snow
rain starts to fall in clear strings
the razzle-dazzle of lightning
hits the ceiling


she remembers
the first time he came in her
she thought he was on the other side of the ocean

I’m making the waves too strong..

as her new brows grow in
too thin
she watches him through webs
and a million haunted cell/Ohs

once when she was at work
he moved her errors
and added a throne


she wakes to dark skies
into darker skies
and all the strings of rain have turned into ropes
she starts to search for some comfort he may have left behind

a sheet of angel dots:
tiny ushers covered in mist

the air is breathtaking, too big

-on the screen -
a funny commercial:
a girl whipping her shiny hair
back and forth
mouthless face
faintly glowing

-The Next Day-

piles of grayish light
on the screen
please order more

what was the sense in that
the rain ropes were still falling
fatter & harder

all was as it had been
growing up was a lie
and her joints ached

she stands mute on the faded glass floor
one ear on and glittering

-phantom of the opera - the music of night-

we did know each other in france
my face was moon-sheer
and I wore a white gown
we stood in a place where branches hung
with all their brilliant leaves
slowly turning
you had been stripped of your birth-right
and had a cheek on one ash smudge
and I..
I was already dying of fear
your eyes said
but squatting next to you
was the red outline
of a demon


in the steam / stream
of the shower
my thoughts begin to unbraid

victims of too much heat

the fat cat
slides one paw
beneath the door

-At Work-

accused seams
gruel supper

forms copied
only to be filled in

strolling through the long corridors, keys jingling
she remembers running through alleys
his feet: brown & bare
fumbling hands
empty pockets

sickly stray dogs
ferocious fangs
& in the rotting garbage
a tarnished chain
hung with tears

oh! my love!
don’t let me stay
in past progressive tense

Okay, but I seem to be tacked to black paths.

-The Rain Suddenly Stops-

on the 4th level, the 3rd floor deck

“pretty plain, loony-sane”

once, during the time of heavy bell ringing
they took a nap on a round
wrought iron
he broke their circled rhythm by making
beads of blood appear on his skin

her first instinct was to lick them
acre by acre until her tongue became
too sticky and greedy

-Other Things.. The Night Sends Back Too Quickly-

jumpy solace
masks, rocks, false pretense


mosquitoes &
deep prisons

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Gipsy Boy and Girl


this is when you sit behind me

graceful and kind

you listen to my stories


write us

the way we kiss -


but what if my lips are fuzzy little sunlit kisses

wrapped around your thigh?


slipped on my heart

your whole soul

a dam in midnight

the red moon ---

my flowering diamond

slipped on my petals

your whole mouth

a dam in midnight

the red moon ---

my flowering diamond

slipped on my petals

your whole tongue

a red midnight

moon ---

my flowering diamond

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


N & T go wandering in the -house of chills-