I Noticed Your Cigarette & ...

and you smelled like a mouth
I had forgotten
hi
let's do it over there
on the plastic
in the back light of
something more broken
I said
you'd have bigger balls if you
shaved them
size doesn't matter
you smacked my ass and
bit my neck
called me
nipple-stand
the mindless vanilla

...


tonite the sky is not black
it is blue

the white stars
wine stained

i dream

of our last
small party &
what was said

your 20 page notebook
left in the shade

.

Daze Nutn Like It

you bead the last lucky star into your
art of defunct..

Love is: a pink stall

luminous bolts

a small generosity

the tangle of imperfect limbs

You've Got A Beautiful Voice

and tall eyes

and my cloak is falling
down
like twisted metal

that's gotta hurt..

no
i just dream about your blue
and its dark folded hours

where patterns pause..

yes
and maybe
where angels pay the missing postage

Thoughts On A Lazy Snowday

how do you manage to swim right through me
and thump
ho-hum

your soft belly is
the ship without light

or

mostly
just

black ice

*

Cracking

sober as an empty glass
notions of falling quickly
confuse me
like the space between leg and chair
ketchup and eggs
if the table was whiskey I'd drink it
then tickle you with pussy
willow but you are on another beach
unwinged and soft
and when I say flesh
you say red
beyond red titillation
HA!
another perfect sunrise tied up and
waterproof

all because you made me google, amnesia

i found
your slinky anagram
the forgotten password
to a soft bullet

don't sleep yet
your crescent tracks

crack

in my head

skin hook
do what you do to me
i am with you

with one hand
here comes
we

You're My Diamond Boy

stuck
in the window
spaced
apart
two snow worms
look
I've found god
under
this big skirt
in their cold hair
hey
can u inject me with some of that
brilliant juice
u know
for after
when I'm all warm
and feeling like a
gift
subdued lips
red on white
snow-mouth
yours are the poems I write

After Getting Home From White Castle

he says his hands feel like sand
no
just 50,000 songs
his hair
the illusion of calm
our bed is slip-covered in
black shutters
quit falling
6 minutes too late
just unbutton my eyes
and
go deeper

Thursday Nite, Let's Leave This Aerie For A Few

diamond pattern
windowpane

my candy

pretend we aren't going in
so i don't wait

what should i wear
on my pluralized skin
two quarters & the glass coil

mmmmmmmmm
you say

hit it again

I Don't Even Understand Molecules

so i wonder outloud
what did you shoot in there
(the bruise on my wrist is tiny)
outside
snow falls & rises
tiny lights in our eyes
snow makes us happy
almost as happy as my burritos
you eat them in bed
and i can't help but laugh as you lick
the salsa off the sheet

After I Slept For A Hundred Years

He sent a butterfly with wings so dark
I had to turn on the sky
had to remember I was out of cigarettes
and that the hole was still crammed with
nothing.

His Smile Breaks Up The Black

Who cares about the swelling in the apple
the thrumming of a finger when crimson is
a pocket on the sun, a feeling in the tongue.
Who cares about the sick days, his exploding
orange lighter, the drugs, the millions of beer
cans
Who cares when the world
is whirling and he's latched on to your left nipple
and all the trees are bare. Who cares.

love snippets

Wednesday, February 22, 2006
power recovery - auto rotation

I remember what
you forgot
but
lost it in a ball
or was that a glass

no

a checkpoint
with fishnet
stockings

hey you
in the corner
pull this
through your swollen
prick

pesos. an insect husk. black waves of panic.
I touch the radio it is hard but also black hair
to think about later thru honey streaked fingers


remember when you said
don't touch me when I'm falling

and

the fingers that did

remember
the rain

your wet socks

the flame

remember the cut

the boring blood

the phone

the moving parking lot

*



Collapsing, Moans Cloudhead, Rain Unto Earth

and I am perched on the tip
of something big
this may take all day
he burns new and bright
his elbows and feet
awkward
and sweet
his hands
dew-slick windings
his mouth tastes of woodsmoke
I imagine its dark color
and am sprung free
by its cooling air
he slides down like a river
flat and brown
decoding
my warm thunder

*

You're Not Fat, You Just Need A Haircut

My brilliant

artery

I trust your spelling

&

want to feed you points.

*

Corkscrew Misdemeanor

It's like you suck off my boots

with each sip

& run ahead of the soundtrack

a hushed chorus of synthetic noise

caught in your eyebrow

and yes

you pour and

I sink

into

*

Sandwich

and then you drop

the boat ramp

tailless

and nearly round

a spoon throwing leaves

of cypress and tupelo gum trees

up your legs

the blue slash cutting

into my air pocket

*