yeah, you stroke it, you stroke it real good

do you have a hotline?

fuck, I feel like shivering

time out, slobberhead, I'm hungry

muenster on rye, chips, dill spears?

fresh pack, blissful

lunatic binge

heh, I'm a small
glass mouth

more like, I am woman hear me roar

lol, moonbump

starjump..

~~~~~

extended through the same glass, an even razor

spine musk
you witch my fingers

coffee letter scissors ruffle

gas mask
sky flower
you

9.19.07 3:20 A.M.

after a dream of us on a sinking ship


(and drawing thy mouth toward
my mouth,steer our lost bodies carefully downward) -- ee cummings

the ocean moves against
the moon's face

what are we now
but
floaters

your television but a distant star

our eyes covered by tongues of dark water

we sleep:
two silences
in the shape of one

shutter

clipped pupils. my right hand is on the glass.
cold.

dimpled. two spider bites on my wrist. my favorite is infected.

like a dark rot the power keeps growing.

found echoes that quiver when I say, "cum, cum". I will ask to be opened

and hidden by one steady form.

fetish for my porn: ripped from the window

two fingerprints, burnt by the sun.

traded curves: accommodating

changing channels

so I guess I'm a ghost now, huh?

with mechanical stars in your eyes
& sad moments in your smile

I'm not going to pageface

another string in the market

& the pieces of hands, a bowl
I surfaced to note:
tablespoon, lime, glass, pages, door.

ever step on a turtle?

OMG! I'm goin to bed!

scuttle

burnt fondle
box-slip
doom shot.

cervical of the took.
talk. you fidget like the world.

blank swan
glue canal

I send you this ticket to the autumn ball
you can bring me roses or some red flower
in the shape of blood

Your Back

broadens out & deepens

a flesh grenade

I won't touch it
just pour myself into it

fuck that, what did you write?

feet hit the floor like drums
the bathroom light clicks a sickly yellow into the bedroom
I roll over and take a cigarette out of your pack

a cache of sticks

Fragments:
birds gather in dawn
their eyes: waterspots

don't piss on the seat!

I'm sitting.

I love it when you're submissive..

drum beats returning

I hate lighters

too bad, you're out of matches


-NOON-

a second chair is pulled out of the window

prilosec, chicken fingers, & cocktail sauce

I'm afraid of being stabbed by the moon

I don't like to fish
I don't like the way they suffocate

once I watched a crow rip open
a rabbit, throw the parts around
& dig out the heart

she looks back
sees the sweep of the rabbit's whiskers
feels the fuzz in the soft curve of its inner ear

this going back
makes him want to touch her again
makes him forget the jealous
and the other faces

will you be back on sunday?

maybe.

My Turn?

to he

"who holds himself as the little white rose of a child"

dear rabbit-hole eyes
basic acorn.
suckling.
loose pin.

four remotes too many

lapsus
tight conspiracy


I have on my beautiful body, the one with the breasts that you like.

let's get drunk in our darkness, already wet

float down
some

black rainbows

incubated

inserted

milkshake

jellyfish

muscles, chin,
a button later

morning comes
on
soft shades of skin

opened colors
legs a bump,

we're.. well.. run up

no, out. needle to dream.

sky shift

kiss