Tag Archives: Love


24 Dec


There’s a certain amount of love
left in the juice jar
nobody in, nobody out
but left up to the feet
on the ceiling in doubt

to be here in colds
as eternally an open window
to the blind guest
in streaking
this halo of flies
riddled to the spine stitches
steam blows us off of
carrying us to warm
washcloth storms
to harm the charm of us
a bony harp
cutlass wind
patina of evil
coasts above
sea-thorn coasts
everything you knew
the choice you put away
a diorama of poverty
clipped pinkies
ringed your coat
and walked away
on chalk-outline together.


24 Jan



hard-worn, fought-run,

beneath your reputation

lies the innocent specter

an elegy for a raccoon,

an open wound

wraps the pictures,

tears them to floating tears

lingering on a moment

frozen for all echoes to grasp

dented by miles

of dimples in your backyard

the freckles and strawberries

while ladies glow luscious

down bittersweet paths

under awnings of sour fruit

the creepers relax the vines

the ivy I knew cold fish lips

awakened the ripples

the carriages of spider women ,

the sparrow of zeroes,

at cream cheese

and cucumber sandwich parties,

my white gloves covered in my blood

my lacy petticoats sink through my skin

my doors, through the drool, let the cats loop scalding hot

over a crib game of desperation

the scabbed breathe of a wish fulfilled.