“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]

“Cold Pink”

27 Nov

“Cold Pink”

Things could’ve gone differently forever

two rivers pulling out separately

in overlapping bliss,

rougher than a cat’s tongue,

welded to a serpent’s jewelry one,

alone to give me your grave

talons: your treasure chest of secrets

your spite of alleyway views

sirens in your destinies few,

a yesteryear full to the brim with us

but your waves goodbye

are fleeting as lives of pets

happier than my bikini burning,

last in her class, hold hands with your pink through a peach orchard,

past deep-sea rose gardens, tasseled, twin rivers pull.

Ladder Days

24 Nov

“Ladder Days”

Sinner:

You had it all:

wealth, taste, beauty.

Sin:

Every day I compare my life to yours: pursestrings, snipped parsnips, dirty roses, damned famine life, bleeding corsage: you made my night like a life. And the kicker of it all?

“Just Some Nobody”

21 Nov

“Just Some Nobody”

You love in a house down the road.

You live in a street down the road.

You live in a glass house.

You live in a glass slipper.

You live hesitantly upon the stair.

You live in the star of a gaze.

You live on the star of a gauze.

You leave your porch light on.

You exist in a breath.

You live hand-to-weapon.

You live in jaguar fur:

skin, bone, and gristle.

You live in that glass house

with glass curtains,

a glass leash.

“Wave Your Hair”

20 Nov

“Wave Your Hair”

These songs are for you

and you wave your hair,

in deeply unsettled joy

in scattered joy

a scream of ice enjoy

face to face with antelopes,

antlers, beer foam

dinosaurs to peer back from mirrors

and all your poetry is dead

top hats in midnight naps

of ghostcandle,

if this is mean enough for you in custard

we were harmed in cat’s claws

bruised knees and clothesline

come with us to rolling groves

and ropes above swimming holes

there are pallbearers happier than you

in cute communication

if there is compliance in death

wisdom will never be complacent

if poetry was kissing you.

“Turning Back, Turning Away”

14 Nov

“Turning Back, Turning Away”

So many times: used to us

to turn waves, to lop heads.

I’m so glad you survived

to be “there, there” in frosty windows

to talk to me that one time

and one hand: shuddering the darkness

and one flame:

turning back angel

alone in a basement, insect legs

shadows on the walls,

bitter is the blue in your sea green eyes

that masks security

that holds the waves, paper boy doll

you were in the prima donna of your life

you were stricken down

twisted as a spear

spit in witch’s magic.