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
*
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
*
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