Archive | December, 2019
“How Dare You”
13 Dec“How Dare You”
Because to drink of monsters
hold my hand for this death rattle
out of this carnival ride to the stars
if you’re blind by hand it’s a skeleton’s
my ropes are all a spiderweb’s
my dead dream arms are a video game’s
my hearts are monitors
wait for me by the frosty porch window
wait for me by the night of a television
wait for me by the blind mice
wait for me at rooster’s.
“Missing You Then, Missing Me Now”
12 Dec“Missing You Then, Missing Me Now”
Unfortunate jukeboxes
wore at the hammer-end of our fists
but you could make the juice flow
under moons
could even taste the blood in our beer
and you’ll whine like a cat in heat
taste the teeth in our spaceship
left by the radio
the goddess gloves live
by the translucent lizard window
for gizzards to kiss us
the souls of the musics
suits of the snake hand
chambers in potted plants
the emperor of the ship
dwells surrounded by orbs of power
echo to taste engine flames
even your lives
even your too much at a distance.
“Beneath my Steely Exterior Lies a Fragile Vulture”
11 Dec“Beneath my Steely Exterior Lies a Fragile Vulture”
When we growl when we drool
once I saw death in the buffalo of a nickel
to be beaten with a pillowcase of kisses
those lips eloping vampire phantoms
beneath easy street, behemoth of leotard
fanned evenings, easy vigils
we were doing the Charleston
where gods of skeletons feel
in squeals of murderous
let your eyes adjust
there’s murder in the bakery
half-smiles, lines out of windows
daft shrubbery, pruning leers
licking used bandaids,
brandishing this cold and elder place
where recipes and spells rain down
the wisdom of the forgotten
and hailed a taxi made of hail
the wolf costume fits
these jaws: the iron of you.
“Me and You”
9 Dec“Me and You”
Who’d thought they’d
through pastures my angel knew you
blades of snow
hush in cold grasses drift
awoke in agony for a rose grave
I want to sing you,
but those days are gone as panthers
shredding our silk pajamas
relaxation is a curse
broken teeth make you smile
we’re gravediggers kissing
to gallows music
to bones of our timorous humors
lend me rope to retrieve the werewolf
we’re six feet of curses and blessings
we’re 9.5 inches deep of
the crows in our hearts and bloodstream
pleasure sick on a wounded ship
the pirate of your private destiny
the ship of your chastity belt
grin at me for the cuteness of cutting.
“Making a Difference”
4 Dec“Making a Difference”
The dusty fan spoke to beautiful islands
to detest, desist, and anchovies;
a rolling pike, a news story
that, for once, pulled tears further
along a conveyor belt, bear mittens,
fangs, the yawning jaws, bespoke innocence, injustice, humanity:
it’s inhumane and boiling oil,
rose the pike again against our wills;
it could’ve been another year, another you
we talked for hours and primrose
your belladonna of scarlet
your roses intensified
my last testament and will
is cooked spokes, bespoken
stitched lips and coiled secrets
and cooked skies and cold sunset thighs:
let’s skate out upon the frozen moonlight,
divide our possessions for awhile.
“Incriminating Animal”
2 Dec“Incriminating Animal”
[posts incriminating photo]
[dancing by herself]
[beside an image of herself]
[jackhammer sounds]
[let the beach come home]
[there’s a specter, even watch her,
on monitor and screen]
[inaudible chattering]
[woman exits stage left]
[a poem’s throwing, reaching out]
[stillness chattering]
[inaudible stillness]
[inaudible teeth chattering]
[inaudible teeth following you down the basement stairs]
[inaudible drowning]
[inaudible spectator]
[spectacular specter kisses]
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