Thursday, January 17, 2008

Treason, Rats &

drupe eyes.
tapping fingers. my scalp: a drumroll.
a
nuisance. oh
you fucker,
we smile. grab a glass. lose modesty
we
are together

I bite your nuts.

your tongue
on my stomach

like ivy

your sex-eye searching for
my
unlit
lips

my mind darker than your void

chapter over.
shoot him.
period.

HARDER.
got it, didn't you?

under the cypress trees
we RIP INTO the law of hollow.
perform abstraction with
subtle elasticity

lamplight trail
a smudge of red

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Fluff

after we took the photo, just trying to
capture the mist, I laid down
in the snow, your mouth tasted like
blackberry, your eyes didn't scare me
with their loudness

heh. you painted them with your
skin till they turned quiet again


I had to lay, my legs were jello

WE had to lay AND we lost your white thong

your coat was scratchy

when I held you, I was back on the
bayou, I was home


we were high & I remember knowing
that death was curled above us

you were drunk, your eyes
savage & their real green, the ocean
under glass


you said we would make it through
the winter, that only our eyelids would be
paranoid, that we could make paper boats
for spring, buy a bubbly new houseplant, try
a new tobacco

are you sure I said, bubbly?

yeah, I wrote it on the back of the photo

in you , I always forgot myself

in me you were a velvet star, burning crimson
in me you were a man & a child, you were my
safety rope through winter, a storm that was
not aimless

and you, you shook the grey out of each day
even now you are still my word heart, a
flower in the snow

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Defective

you're ashin', babe

that's the ashtray, it is dizzy

or could it be your eyes..
they are a bit denimed


did I ever tell you about the time

you slept with the drummer from ___________ ..

yeah, he was a whore.

////

after I taste your skin..

my mind collapses &
the soft colors in your hands
tell me new stories

sensuous nub! the taste of you
sorts me, my strobing
tongue, forever hooked to your song.