Tag Archives: poem

“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.

“Poison Chalice”

9 Nov

“Poison Chalice”

There’s an empty space

full of your young lover’s knife heart

in sighs of celebrations

already past calendars

dweller of the cellar if shadows earn

caring for an urn if shadows yearn

licked clean if shadows burn

for edible handcuffs picked by fingers

rubbed bedroom slippers to lemon

coat of winds: creatures of the night

squeezed, bent against this cross

spoiled to milk by this whip of ivy

treasure chest and jewelry horns

we swoop in owl pellet skeletons

we feed for a feckless princess

on the freckles of your mourning

blessed willow hopes of swallowed rope

salty in the sunlight of sadness

one last lost gown to be worn forever:

regretted lace secrets.

“That’s What Katy Did”

7 Nov

“That’s What Katy Did”

I still remember your name.

I remember the street we grew up on.

Meeting your past is meeting a stranger

poster of the past, stronger

hearts beating too fast

the last passage and entryway

burned by a folding hand

a cloth napkin, beads dipped in spotting

around your slinky waist

and sparklers in the naive dark.

I remember your hairy pea coat,

the ravens in your hair.

I still remember you as someone new:

Sparkling jewel

knees dipped in honey

some caramel whisper

piercing ears with kisses

warning bells and panicked intake

to breathe in last inches of your clothing

to liquid bowls, reflections of cake

where laughter runs away from you.

“Who You Are Affects Who You Are”

5 Nov

“Who You Are Affects Who You Are”

Bitten by a miserable mouse

they who walk the hours

they who talk in spent secrets

kill me one glory of regret

trap rays of the sun for insatiable queens

inedible dreams, palpable dreads

walls forbidding to walk up

before you watch us, watch the ushering

and iron strike us:

no chalice for a tougher knight

money breaks us down,

leaves us groveling,

leaves form a scarecrow face,

miasmas milk the sodden firehouse

split feathers, warm spittle,

faces swarm the egg,

true in tune, and only you:

sandals remember your footprints

swimming with the tears

of cheap beast emotions,

fireflies form a raven’s heart.

“I Wanted to be Useful”

31 Oct

“I Wanted to be Useful”

I wanted to tear mirages of bridges

and sadness lacks this commitment

in trouble with the oil rigs

steel hands, fearful bangs:

the trust of another summit

when you dine and dive

crush a cave,

dwell with ne’er-do-wells

drown and you’re done

your work day is done

it’s all the regrets of champions

it’s dining on ice

the kisses eclipse the glass

lipstick on your thighs

there’s too many thoughts

I wanted to smack the meat of bridges

I wanted to be alone

bear fisticuffs in the mirror of badges.

“To Cry Once a Lifetime”

26 Oct

“To Cry Once a Lifetime”

Once in our lifetime

shed a single tear

that isn’t good enough

that won’t turn back

if laughter is a sign of enjoyment

if shadows

could piece our lives back together

give me fondness for an answer

spell me in your footprints

whether this is sugar or snow

weather of shadow lies

wearer of a microphone halo.

“I Wanted to be an Absence”

25 Oct

“I Wanted to be an Absence”

As if abscesses could turn

their ugly course,

to hang glide with monstrous arms, spinning shrubbery off a weasel’s grin,

the neighbors drink gin, playing gin rummy with their skeletons,

the third one’s divorced:

she lives in an old peach tree

which still bears fruit,

difficult to bear

with ginger hair in stock

at your feminine robot store,,

ours is a drunken rage

your limbs grow numb and drift away

but that’s okay when you’re headless,

still haunting your own bedroom,

hunting for the scent of our lives,

a disappointment is a disease

a disuse in your fiery sinking fingertips

the pewter aglow with regrets

for what water should have rushed

it must be internalized anger

diffused suffering, immunized

through a colander if nobody cares

because I love you

burnt thumb and tacks

a lucky limerick as blood

one memento to carry you on

the leaves and tall of tick grass

the past will never last

it collapses at long last.

“Broken Widow”

23 Oct

“Broken Widow”

Break the glass of a spider’s past

it’s lonely in the garbage

just through me, away:

and all my time spent in the willow

with you, garages

we made the best of our porridge

beaten sneakers, snakeskin boots

dimestore tears, for sales and signs

of magic pennies in your promises

goodbye to your greetings, the stress collected in a wet t-shirt, bareknuckled

smoldering stems, the one ember that would not die, dyed to roosters,

ragamuffins, the kites of criminals

foundations to sawdust

the fake princess, chintzy blood, everlasting tears,

duo crystal shadows

affairs of the smoke metal heart,

eaten rainwater, byways of train planes

that harps breed arrows

the curtain of agony, that trellis of trust

boutique voodoo and vodka thy name.

“Fragile Stability”

21 Oct

“Fragile Stability”

Run the bones of this hospital

with the gurneys

everything is skewed

the skewering of warm bones

the garbage we call home

the graves of our blankets

sleet salmon

through violent hips,

feral in all the empress emerald

the bulging of your marrow,

the phantom of your hiss

build me a stone rodeo

for the ghosts

of any use to us emptiness

erase the songs

hope in your underwear drawer

to buy time

under thunder

befallen you

a blanket matched skin to you

with burning insistence

with split-lipped woe.

“Masked Moments”

17 Oct

“Masked Moments”

Guess the day to finally go away

has cultivated and promised you

to painted carnations

another road of disuse

crayon angels and cutting

pieces of the rug where the experience

blood outlines, fists of fur

handfuls of the youthful flowers

only a beast could view

money is the only thing that matters

you’re in a doll’s clothes

but it won’t buy you the spirit to slake

the syrup of the hammock, unfold

cold nights, strong shoulders,

to have to make a business

underneath the spitting ham,

closed-eyed starlets, eerily stiff

and sniff of you, those velvet scents

pouring through a heated vent

triplicate in kisses, hosiery hands

masked bandits, raccoon souls,

paired with the pain of novelty:

summer winks skip seasons,

whatever paints in pants drew you.