Tag Archives: poetry

“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.

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“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.

“Feathers”

11 Jul

“Auto-Cannibalistic Tendencies”

29 Jun

“Congratulations, Honey!”

14 Jun

“Congratulations, Honey!”

We were on the best team

we could wait up

to pretend not to recognize you

all the balloons dreamed

of our successes

why did the scandal

because sandals

and your purse-money burns

a woman returns to her family from work

on fire, plagued to receive the gifts

offering sentiments beyond expression:

a dated dear, a happy camp,

a ruined waltz, tearing your dress

in the best of the beast teeth

a sparrow walks,

a victim showers in shadows

talking in sparks.

“We Were Innocents Then”

9 May

“We Were Innocents Then”

A kid took a trip aboard a ship

broad and strong, he grew

into all the trees

never ceased shaking a lovely headdress

we were innocents then

died with the blondes.

A spell took a sparrow swallow

through all swirls of oil waters

your digital walls

to pull through sailboats and tooth

and the day lobster’s sigh

the dry moon of afternoons

spray a devil wore

any ecstasy

without your throat coat

a cheetah’s perm

coated in miserable jams

and fresh squeezed

the green blood of crocodiles

trickling through the eaves

we’re innocents then

as now and ever were

a kiss of poison, a flower of pain:

I can’t wait to end to begin again:

we were innocents then.

Puzzled by a swollen poster

hung on your bedroom wall

a drawing: that is all

but fill would feed your feared friends

a bottle of rum could start to cry

the spells we won, the beasts

through bushes at last release

on bloodied knees again

we were innocents then.

We were innocence’s then

and under wounds were flowers

at least in undress

turned heads from centuries of rain

the soul’s will to begin again:

we were innocents then.

“Youth”

22 Mar

“Youth”

Youth dreams beyond the youth

to a violent episode, wrapped in canaries,

a carnation taught to flower every year.

It wasn’t only for pretend

this job seeped through you,

exploding your core with delirious

“I remember you”s

from backyard barbecues

before we gave up on our addictions

braved a sigh of crooked stars

erased the miserable

mistletoe shadows from out our face.

Come run with the beasts and us,

our legs are shuddering

torn through the nylon

every mask of a robber’s self-hatred

turns up the gas for awhile

we’re mitten feet

and the icicles stopped

to talk to us

so mulberry and bristle

there’s a steel-brush cave

and a mill yonder.

Let’s ride horses

pass into the saddles

for frogs with leather hearts

know what business is happiness

grown kinder but always wrong

a delicate feather traps strong hearts

and know the carriage slows down

only for the foolish

only how we wished we’d been.

“Losing all Your Sweaters”

5 Mar

“Losing all Your Sweaters”

Come back to the fields

we forgot to play

and all our lonely day’s do harbor

the frying pan’s done

got slung with dinner

and all our promises, made forever

he’d quit communicating

some weeks prior

left his apron at the parlor

all pony horse shame

hung up with his starch

his forget-me-nots and bad attitude

though sometimes

new notes from him do surface

strange out of a wooden comedian

a stage dummy, paid to laugh

to let the good times roll,

but he never even knew a breath from us

there’s starry skies

new toboggans

a bedtime story to tell a friend

even this wounded news was clipped

but we’re waiting in the field for you

all of us lonely ones

at least we’re friends

worth forgetting about

new people in old mirrors

even half a chance to cut and run

steal you from your own memories

we were here once

to always, high above your dresser,

a laughter, pirouette and kiss,

to dance with those

who hold our names.

“Someone You Could Get to Know”

22 Feb

“Someone You Could Get to Know”

I guess centuries passed behind us

and all the litanies are true

follows before us as heaven lopes

behind a toothy hound

while winds do howl

the snowy roses and all that peaked

a perforation smiles back to sleep

though holes in this wilderness

too much the shallows

holler “dinner time!”

if only for an owl

did rode, did breed

the double-breasted horse did steed

and rolled up in your apple walnut bed

we’re here instead

someone you should’ve paused

gotten the chance to know.

“Beyond the Glades”

15 Feb

“Beyond the Glades”

There is a fountain of you

pretending to give a gift

for what is swallowed never lasts

and what is eventual but elemental

is cut from existence

from who we wanted to love

from all bitterness scraped to its roots

and green eyes cry through ferns

in everlasting everglade canoe couples

and moonlight kisses

cuddle in public

in sorrow

with frog body suits

stitched to our shadows

an immediate jumping off point

to fall in love again in slow motion

as our blood is collected

to ice skate in the same circles

as roses bloom beneath the swamps

and trapdoors in attics open

from the heat of you.