“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

7 Aug

“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

Give in to this authority

heed not the trust you wrest

from chests sincere

a look you give is cursed hooting

it’s backbreaking in the moonlight

and scary smiles bedevil

told to you in cute fish voices

when I look at you

the rodeos and windmills

ratchet us up telephone poles

the souls of wild animals

and we touch down at dusk

we touch dawn and landing strips

when I look at you, they take me away

in scribble me memories

for this is all we have:

faint notes, wounded hymns,

and hurt cockroaches.


“I Liked Your Mud”

6 Aug

“I Liked Your Mud”

Your tattered pictures

disused lipstick

in the supermarket

of carry me along and away

underwear carnations

had a home and people that loved

send it by post

even when naked: still on stilts

don’t tell anyone else about us

your secrets are safer than me

fishing for cats with cattails

we’ll dress as frog women always always

it’s death in the queen’s castle

placing blue roses in bishop’s caskets

they cried this us our girl to graves

and all passion renewed

at the thought of this tired newspaper

you’re dead to me but so are you.

“Maybe Magic”

4 Aug

“Maybe Magic”

Maybe on the death of each horizon

when birds hatch prematurely

and the hens of our throbbing hearts

cast prophecies

spores on our witch thighs,

Bengal tigers in our witch breath,

we travel on a cold magician,

in spite and anger, spiral on spire,

a spell renewed cast aside,

a chocolate trunk,

crying in the darkness, a rug now made

of once our lies and as we lie

animals and instead of magic on a beach

on a wounded slipper night

when seashells hurt inside you

and we kissed to frostbite

a dawn erased

no one will find our fossils

if we swing through the trees

fast enough to outrun our shadows.

“Candy Heart Crime”

3 Aug

“Candy Heart Crime”

Thanks for your patience—

Do I deliver you in secret—

When the wind talks.

When the hoarfrost rattles

a cage in a cave,

your ballerina slippers

the jackal within burns bridges

cast iron steel aflame

the candy heart crime

webs the cottonmouth snake

steals the kittens

a princess invited me

candy stripped of cane and vipers

removes the nail polish of hammers:

did love forge a future:


emerald crocodile to emerald crocodile

forever in flame.

“You’ll Never Know How Upset the Daisies”

2 Aug

“You’ll Never Know How Upset the Daisies”

A kiss masks a wish for frozen stars

we’re upright fish purloining velvet suits

our sweet suckers, kisses for all who care: criminals, wishing to be beaten

in foxgloves and furs

picture this under Delilah’s orchestra

and the enchanted chandelier

gullets of the deep devour:

through a deep and horrible love

wider than spread eagles

a torturer: the soul of divine honey hives

please cook us in a breakfast

of wide-eyed parrot legs

before we walk the plank sideways

candles eaten in telepathy

where a moon can hum

the paste of snowy footprints’

light in blame and resentment,

my friends

the residual showers of sparks,

my friends

these sparks of joy:

my only friends.

“Crosses Bared”

1 Aug

“Crosses Bared”

Friend of doubt,

deliver us from schools of fish

fly on the wall of a paper hate wail

nails and through trails

the whales of night for you down enough

to be forgotten in ribbons of lies

haven hopes for a courageous scourge

a bite for your windowsill

the monster in the breath

of your collarbones’ emerald necklace,

says the ghost by the windowsill

pennies of pain, cracked light

to hover above, see through chinks the sawdust, will fight for your craven death,

a dear in the horse pasture to love you

in a field smelling of marshmallows,

a harsh moonlight bells echo

time and undressed universes

will make gods of the ghosts

bowed down low enough

to breathe through a rising.

“Mirror Slaked to Mirror”

31 Jul

“Mirror Slaked to Mirror”

We were in this band

no matter how fast you ran

made us feel this beautiful again

and all lights we were here then

just us on a rainy afternoon

just us could listen to rain together

just us: trees open to relax

even the tigers in the closet, at last

to spread a cream made of mirror

to mirrors correct you,

or your vision’s illusion

down the gull of a hollow seagull

and waves crash in the clouds

and pretty when the roses

smell boats under the covers

a mirror is the murderer

to the heir of the thief:

it don’t allow you to break your own bones

not meant to stretch that way.

“Moving on from no place left to go”

22 Jul

“Moving on from no place left to go”

We’ve been nicked by the place

from bunched knickers

and watermelon juice

helping was no choice

you have stolen

a belief in throned angels

goddesses with fangs

roped the diamonds, bulged the veins

a killer mazed in

the pattern of a drug rug

smoke exhales, gun after gun,

a genie with eyes poked-out

above a bubbling phantom lake

a curse to get to know you

pull out the bandaid of the skin

let the pins and needles in

I’m lava for you, gorged at the peak

and strangulation, the wise horse

rides like a dusty vagabond

through the fields of your apprentice

leather fingertips drum and to lie

with you laughing, slicked toes and joints

and kissing turns to jam

together forever and over

and down with you, a silk bird egg

smolders the closing bolt, doorway light

bounds the slipped grip

canopies the burned forgiveness

a dropped feeling brings the magic

lifting to each and every teacup

for a golden liquid

holes your throat to train whistles,

bloodied threads of undershirts

wave from the prickers,

one drip will spiderweb the pain of plan.

“Drag Me in Before the Rains”

14 Jul

“Drag Me in Before the Rains”

Forests bristle at the one dart

to the center of our foreheads

is the only option for potions

it’s hot furniture, kissed to the doves

I knocked back powdered ridges,

fell through falls, shimmering water

they barbecued your lawns

a haunted scarecrow

from a distant planet

when planes thrash and the spaceship hardens in disaster

pull out of battles, juiced spear,

barbed battering ram

speaking love in the shade of blouses

desires infestations, to crash

spaceships at some point beyond rash

half will survive this time warp

mirror a bottle brain, a finger in a test tube

a future recreation of each forest

of every bloodied-lip dawn.

“Bathing in Spirits”

12 Jul

“Bathing in Spirits”

In a pirate ship of any town

as you filter out the fish

the sun strong enough to stand

and all honors devolved

for pale queens

sequin into sorrow

all blue, nobody believed in

time to sit and brood

cast off the fish-tank light

nobody will find you

in the bounty

for this beautiful belief in spirits

the dead elves of broken promises

threads kissed, a time revoked

bathed in rose light of blue lips

fastened forever together in stitches

the street that walked upon us

deserted us when we were happy

to blow kisses of glass

belief in spirits.