Archive | January, 2018

“Kill Battery”

21 Jan

“Kill Battery”

There’s nobody left among us

to see-saw the canary act

to wedge cheese into mouse-traps

to deliver garbage

back to the offending sentry.

Push reverse and hit cure

your life rolls then flashes

beneath the marquee of former jails

radiant attributes of a doll in fame

the glamour, the lipstick

all can be yours

yet you retreat to the canary cage, always

spineless,

you pull up your blanket of bones

past your chin,

your father’s chin

and all pirate ships draw blank,

although the guns need kissing.

“Under Walls”

20 Jan

“Under Walls”

Let the judge decide

let us jump ropes

let us hang

a raven

expires to newspapers

inside a cluttered attic

let’s sing a duet in the dark

your pipes are clean

and every last oval is oiled

the train stops nowhere

kitten is afraid

my body doesn’t belong to me

or you

remember when music

made fireworks,

a series of communications,

articulated in beads of sweat

the back-lit streets

where you were hung up in the barely

with all those scarecrow men

potato-peeler rend

if I could guide your winning hand

across astrological maps

where dead gods lay

goddesses their ether wreaths.

“Straying to Exist”

19 Jan

“Straying to Exist”

We battle

our serving selves.

The stone birds

‘neath cemetery gates

sing

wounded roses,

blue teeth,

ghost thistles.

Dead candy,

press flowers between your sacred books.

Innocuous heartthrob,

lift his head above the bog

on riverfront thrones.

“Seasons of Dread”

18 Jan

“Seasons of Dread”

Express the phantom.

Knead yourself. Right there.

Do memories of rivers open now?

Or are we still discussing the usual waterfall?

Crème brûlée, as long as the spigots are open.

Creme blue,

the gases released.

There must be another doorway.

Sit still in a dark room.

Stare at a blank wall.

In time, the colors change.

Relax to tangle your thoughts.

Enter another doorway.

Another doorway grows still.

Mold grows on the trim of another.

Are we still discussing this?

Please finish.

Lock the deadbolt.

Pull down the chains.

Let the chairs drop.

Massage the chopping block.

It’s time to give the seasons

to the hungry scarecrow.

He’s starved souls.

He lights the tails of devils

to smoke firecrackers

while dancing on the roof

until morning.

Express the problem,

but it doesn’t make you feel better.

It only lasts as long as a cigarette.

Find me in the hallway.

This museum is too beautiful

in the dollhouse.

I’m in love with the drapes,

tablecloths,

everything surrounding me

in your absence.

Abscesses throb on the walls.

Did you expect to release

the phosphorescent streets?

They release you into a rubber room

to tell you that you haven’t been listening,

you can’t survive,

there’s no choice but to relax

the gun muscle

and muzzles know barbwire flowers

because bliss is an acid train

because the beating wings tunneling

of a moth in distress

we’ll die covered in dust

but glue could put us back together.

We need repairs

worse than your favorite toy.

We need to outlast the batteries.

Our town has grown too artificially hot.

The masks no longer fit

to disguise us.

The attraction to the rubber animals

has worn off.

Tails of eels spell your name

in endless circles

spiraling back

a beckoning frost touch.

“In This Our Life”

17 Jan

“In This Our Life”

Eggs break in nests

in beaks of rain

and in this slipper

I run right past your

moisture

of broken bones corrected

a triple digit

helmet filled with live bees

he cracked up,

his laughter dripping

while wearing rented suits in rented cars

the cuff-links bit back

high whistled at the top

train driven off the rails

by cotton-tailed

roller coaster souls

following dusty tracks

to where mountains meet the moon

in an artificial paradise

in the rye,

but it was supposed to be a change

and your hair was a lie.

“Dangerous Cyber Liquids”

16 Jan

“Dangerous Cyber Liquids”

Please play this game with us

our existence outweighs itself

our planes are plaintive

in their reality destructions

of personality fuel tremors

you thought we were liquid friends

but liars never roam

and spiders crawl away

with the crocodile growth on your back.

“Grave Visitations”

16 Jan

“Grave Visitations”

To have known

as long as your youth

to crave an icy crush.

To have known

longer than your past

means to intersect the spider.

I know sewing guilt

I envy your weightless compartment

and though I lay silent

in the red shadow of a neon sign

play on my firelight and sill:

family makes you weak enough to kill.

“I Write to Run”

14 Jan

“I Write to Run”

Let’s write for five hundred mirrors

to run faster than reflection

calling canaries to funerals

rain to the steaming geysers

to see ghosts at last through slick asphalt

an alligator forest

unwell in the box spring

maybe happiness will be whittling

up late staring at the fireplace

bone broth the color of human bones

a bandaged stranger

offers the horns of a boot

a way to fly to the roof of a high rise

a high tide of fish bones

the woman weeps

in shuttered rooms

it’s too late

she’s in your skin

birch bark through which the woman spoke in creaking

we met in the midnight velvet

through your skinny fingers

the cold be banished

from our igloo warmth

lonely mice in cabbage cottages

the knifed sheets

the cheetah chances

the cancellation of cougars

sucked hot through the interior leather

of masks, helmets, midnight indiscretions

zephyrs pant the gabled widow.

“Scum”

13 Jan

“Scum”

Go back to your basement

where nothing evolved

sink back down into brackish waters

warn your evil daughters

and everywhere I revolve will lead

right back out again

to the same dreaded circus

the rodent hole, the chapped jeans

sent to an anonymous vampire

with moon dust on his pointy shoes

a crotch full of lead

crouching flowers

wolf rain, the man made of murder leather

wakes to wait, holding his flame

neath your chin

my memory of you

as a mummy in the desert

since you have no money

put your heart in a cage

address it to a speculator toucan.

“Lifeline Rapport”

12 Jan

“Lifeline Rapport”

It was us against the world

and we lost

kittens in the strawberry patch

pressing a cold beer bottle

to your forehead wound

we walked hand in hand

through the sunset on the shore

kissed all night

our desired engines fastened

to the lapping of the waves

patterns in the sky tell you future designs

deciding on a world

to tie the chains to

healing an android.