Archive | April, 2018

“Your One Last Chance to be Beautiful”

23 Apr

“Your One Last Chance to be Beautiful”

Beautiful racket, freeze us in our dread

and beautiful rockets, close our eyes

and beautiful born to be beautiful rain

the last chance hours have cost us again

and all of our mimicry falls in this purse

and all evolves no matter the curse

our chemical wedding

and the fluttering of frogs

and forgive us those beautiful trees

who give us our bread

furthering events to stand alone

the scalding of the troll’s mother

who wants to bake us for breakfast

spread like rose bruises

across the gulch

closes the horizon

with the blind glove,

the fisheries’ transparent nets

laid bare on a floor of scary faces

dreaming of a naked hill, spread-eagled

to awake in a cornfield

barren and gagged

and all throats multiplying

for each blessed tear of nourishment

fever in the range

the imprints of a body falling

through nets and stars

and changeling: you hatched a demon.

“Maybe This Day Will End”

18 Apr

“Maybe This Day Will End”

Maybe someday

this day will end

maybe tomorrow

if this spacecraft lands

our lives will end

so we circle above the dunes forever

replications of our former lives

ready to click our belts in place

the company wants androids

icy and frozen waterfall chips

our art is a design cast by a puma

wings astride insect clouds

the howls of engines

amend this midnight

your duplicate portal shell

shed a snake skin

the sand planet rises,

transferring our enemies

to a revolution living timeline

to kill a fresh-hatched king

his vulture lips astride

an Arabian horse

a roadblock of sheep feet

the waterfall is clear

the water cellar filled

with belly dancer mirages

the golden eggs are clucked

and holds over our plural selves

for the tanks release their trifold

blend of green smoke,

white smoke, pink smoke,

and we are shaken to our owl howls, tough leather spiders in your belt,

the rodent wasteland spreads

coffee bark to clean our interiors:

I saw the beast of three dreams.

“Poem Star”

15 Apr

“Poem Star”

Call me back never,

never for all that grows in football cleats

and rotten cheerleader uniforms

for waterfalls burning

for corks without aim

for the burnt mask

and they haven’t made me since 26426

on a distant star planet

dripping from their foreheads

an alien race lost in radio waves,

the machines have met us alive

for centuries of blood rhumbas

and vipers in your jeans

we though you’d moved away by now

and fallen off the trees.

“Vultures and Fancy Clothes”

13 Apr

“Vultures and Fancy Clothes”

A lizard reclined on the radiator,

his legs splayed,

his three inches

of space diminishing

digging for a dream

the road heat spied by inns

twins in animal cracker dresses

a rotten traveler in animal skins

waves though a bear beast

mugs of grog slid by a barkeep

wounded by arrows

a terrifying breeze

through dove mint trees

the electrified bear

waltzes to his cave

for an afternoon of cookie tea

then dinner with the mouse skeletons

out of my closet walks a force

harpsichord, strung to his vibrations

a variation on the sand horse

too grand for the ballroom of life

honey to the hairy trees

lifted over hay bails

your heart and photo arrays

dress me up to rabbits and scarecrows

nothing’s right and all candles

blear another moment.

“You Were Different Then”

12 Apr

“You Were Different Then”


the need to communicate in dew

his love grows the ivy

to fall asleep with a sleeping bag

in the middle of a highway

to fall asleep in an avalanche

a tar pit, warm coils

as if all your favorite records

and drawstrings: the pinched face

of a vampire, rogue true blue

to fall in love with tobacco

while waterskiing

and doubles the minty scent

your cold blonde hair in ice crystals

and doubled the minute

the swans drowned

and all their blood bubbles rose

with spring dresses and calling girls

the haze of flip flops, a policewoman

her top down the rim of a roller coaster

why skies with anyone

useless tough leather

the boat drifts off

the devils scatter

and all our insect hearts

hold a party

even the clock chimes’s invited

to deeply swallows keys

and clanging change

only sign language

could revive a faded river corpse

to run from your neighbors

with tears in your eyes

forced mutually

hearts’ immunity.

“Time to Fit into These Rags Anymore”

11 Apr

“Time to Fit into These Rags Anymore”

The dead side of a spaceship

which landed on our lawn some years ago

a lonely wind to make us stay

through grass blades

and sways this sash

a lie and wunderkind to find,

lingerie and wine

and trails the drapes to soda ash

the footsteps disappear

we ask for backstage passes

and secret tissues, the twilight manacled

to roller skate blindfolded

the flaming hog’s body

we were girlfriends again

all in our ghost bodies,

missing patches of hair,

scars interwoven

the deserter’s cane

blew diamonds across the desert

and all falls the secret knowledge

triumphant in the rain

of sad rosaries warped by presents

and so you flew away

never wanting to wake again

the gladiolas, the burnt persimmon, precious as blood carriages

carrying the harvested bodies

from the spacecraft,

this dimension betwixt others

or a thousandfold strained violence

birds carry away throats,

leather gloves turn to silver gloves

and velvet glove believers

sheds in this nightmare town

where every steeple sits ready to slash,

and all neighbors wait

glaring at their microphones,

the cold inner suns reflecting

the glint of gold teeth,

marmalade infested with insects

who want your name in blood

roads the infernal travelled down

tied rosy pillows to the pink of unhealthy pale horses,

and whose tail pinned you too:

that all changed

nobody knows anymore

and all the rest moved away.

“Whatever Could Make This Follow”

10 Apr

“Whatever Could Make this Follow”

Pass into the seams of your house

puss into those flowers:

a trickster with thick glasses

becomes another shadow

a fox barks, tipping his elf hat

we were warm and tidy

and so time sped us by

not even time for the hangmen’s

clean linen licked suit

the slit of a thousand burrs

because we’re scared

we had to pee together

we hid there a thousand times

and all marshaled a phenomenal evening

back when we slept deeply,

tilled soils deeply,

tomorrowed to the heavens deeply

the stars’ phantoms for you

the ridge of a cage,

sometimes a blue jay,

a cardinal in snow

they hatched you in a locket,

an alien being’s carcass,

once spurned in military regalia

at a shotgun wedding

between mutant forces,

the three-headed shark

and electricity beast,

emerging on our realm,

long enough to flash a picture

with a memory blade to prove she exists, boatswain of darkness,

stranger in mint,

to octopus girls

as if someday

you’d be a famous scientist

filled with dinosaur blood

could ruin this winter’s

soul’s solicitors

we were inchoate

inside a scalding teapot

at a witch’s house

whether your whims deceive you

blind lemons for blondes

whatever could make this follow.

“Pretend You Were Here”

9 Apr

“Pretend You Were Here”

To prove you exist

olives rain down

allowing berries to encircle your belly

and dances commend

your shadow above our trees to fall

through crowns of prickers

a city hot and terrible

in this light

brought together by the most evil work

our hands alive with wires in a foundry

an exploded view of the map

leads us to pick cherries

from the hands of birds

and street signs

with their limericks torn off

to peel back the sardine can

and chase the cat

inside the canary,

to bedevil the juke joints

with our glasses raised

as werewolves hide their feet

to be spied through sunglasses

whose soiled mind is too heavy for the bleachers, a beastly competition

cars scratching fleas

the wolves can see nor catch us

and though we run faster than the trees

they nip with wolf prints fast fogged suffocating under plastic

slats of a boat

between you and the view

I carve a stone pony

your poetry

“Mementoes or Memories”

3 Apr

“Mementoes or Memories”

How many years

drift with algae for thousands of years

if even machines fall asleep

and a song drags through my fingers

pointing to a painting

to be burned in the morning

for colorful irises

dyed by a winter wind

on the blamed island,

singing songs to know one

party dresses bathed in blood

and curtsies torn from a cue book

of haunting plays, sinister soundtracks

lemons to hand you photos lemon-scent

your wedding sun,

you don’t remember doing the dishes

all those nightshirts or the jobs laying steamrolling vegetable prints on your table clothes,

but you do remember birthdays

and the special chandeliers

licking your diamonds in the glinting light

sundresses and ladybugs

bathing suits and severed hands:

what remains

for poetry to destroy forever.