2/19/11

like weedles in the woodwork
you work your way within
again

just like July --
just when the end begins,
it ends.

2/18/11

As soon as we can,
we make it a point
  to feelsomething
  to admitnothing

and worry just a bit too much
that we're not worried
enough

2/17/11

here,
hesitant to dive
without the breath of holding back
we may not survive.

there,
a hostaged heart to find
I'd pay the ransom with these fingers
to peek inside that mind.

2/16/11

So tough to cart around
this sickly suit -

it's quieting vibrations
a'rising from the root.

might I mutter
'goodness gracious'
drop it off,
and carry on.

2/15/11

kissing soot and kissing sky
kissing one another, deeper
with pacts in blood, in the dark
we become each other's keeper.

2/14/11

So here we are:
breaking backs for "the man"
Tricky meat & dirty pores,
Sticky feet & dirty floors.

Shrill airs filled
with deafening industrial squeels -
"Resistance is futile"
(as forever feels.)

2/13/11

these physical bodies --
stinking up the joint.

in the circle of life,
they get right to the point.

2/12/11

resurrecting 'one man's trash'
as zombie art
back from the dead

the metaphor is incomplete
til I park my hearse
on main street

2/11/11

some sneaky hands
that dance
to embrace a trembling breath
to invent a second chance.

2/10/11

she doesn't think straight
she thinks in spirals

2/9/11

the messy afterbirth
footing unlevel -
dizzy, disheveled,
putting my stockings on
again
after making love
to the wind.

2/8/11

watching puppies
in pet store windows
pseudo-interaction
with the part of us
we can't touch
-- something more basic
than one plus one

2/7/11

sneaky cosmos -
now, zeroed in on your intent
positioned me to best
align my own planets

sneaky cosmos -
trickily showed me what I wanted
but couldn't have
so that I might have
what I want even more.

2/6/11

a tiny prick
for every follicle
sweeping my body
in swarms.

stabbing in wind
torture won't end
until the winter
warms.

2/5/11

life is a game,
but don't play
rock
paper
scissors
with 3 people...
it's just not the same.

2/4/11

Causal correspondence
in some paphian font --
Burining bold print
letters too hot.

2/3/11

like speaking (not) in tongues
if we wanted to
and feeling like the layer
underneath my Sunday best

lying awake in the wake of it
dying to wind into a moment's rest

2/2/11

In a brief pow wow
met a man who speaks
like perpetual ecstasy

-- from nuts to soup
and kitchen sinks.

2/1/11

dialated dots
in scrutinizing eyes
rolling over
each imperfection
that matters
like a catologue
of unobstructed
judgment calls

1/31/11

It's been educational
living 2 lifetimes,
and it's been poetic;
the years versed in rhymes.


and even though,
I know you know
I'm compelled to explain
the ebb and flow.

It's been something else,
shacked up in your heart,
and only from the inside
I can rip it apart.

1/30/11

you never expect me
to call your bluff.

there's an icy air in here,
and rubbing your hands into
your breath
simply isn't enough.

1/29/11

I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't
preemptively fascinated
by it

1/28/11

the wind's like winter,
but the sun's like summer.

that warm and whirling, swirling wind
becomes my January lover.

1/27/11

then I found
the easy out
and slipped off
undetected, my necklace
then each consecutive piece
removed
til some crazy cosmic theory
my naked body
proved

1/26/11

the sensation warms
to a steady buzz -
atoms that rattle
faster than before.

the sound is a symphony
and I, am a higher frequency
and changed for that passing moment
we spent passing
through the same door.

1/25/11

in preparation
I've set out several canisters
hollowed receptacles -
empty tins,
collection bins,
scattered 'cross
the hungry moss
of my back yard to wait
(in vain)
for the next love rain.

1/24/11

even the deepest sleeping
doesn't shake the sensation
of waking too soon -
of hotel rooms -
a bed unmade,
a bill unpaid,
and it'll feel this way
til we all come tripping
from the ceiling
into a cozier
feeling.

1/23/11

To be optimistic
would be to say
we're only on pause
like a good flick

but my distaste for modern film
kicks in
and I start to itch
and wish
for it all to be over with.

1/22/11

he shines only in tints
of gold and purple, gleaming
spreading light
with waters
like rivers, streaming

I loved the unbounded landscape
he was
and his feet were bare
and there
he was.

1/21/11

trying to decipher
code words in the morning -

we're akin to "us" and "them"
fighting battles to the gallows
ending up as murdered men.

a fugitive emotion
with several felonies -

I'll warm my hands between my thighs
cause they've got no place else to be.

1/20/11

here we are again
drawing lines
perpendicular to the moon

the thing we made in me
is a mask I can't unmask -
a liquor-filled flask
an arduous task.

we'll never get any place
from 3 steps back.

1/19/11

Mindless amoeba, multiplying in some
non-carnal sin.
Science like assigning seats at random
instilling shame -
forced evacuations and obstacle courses
As we run, we stumble over
the carefully placed blame.

1/18/11

Eating:

The satisfying hunger pangs
by sinking into flesh with fangs

1/17/11

"I bought you a rose" he said
and it was finished before it began.

See,
I don't do flowers.

I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
or sunlight,
as if to buy some dirt.

To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.

So we let something dying
represent love
and I can't stand
idly by;
so I don't do flowers;

I'll do it myself.

1/16/11

she does yoga in the clouds -
she never rushes death, we all get there someday
anyhow

you'll be - condensing in the sky
then falling - hapless hopeless breathless
brace yourself and don't ask why

1/15/11

I'll just I'll only ever compare us
to the most intangible things;
We are living dinosaurs -
We are the end of world hunger
We are flightless dodos with golden wings.
We are soaked in coulda/woulda/shoulda:
taking baths but never clean.

1/14/11

Logic isn't required or stable
and time isn't able
to prove -
This is why I keep asking you,
What are we going to to?

The apocolypse is an inevitable dawn;
I know which drugs I'll be on.

1/13/11

After nine, it's quiet time,
Repugnance in her empty whine
 The cradle falls -
 Another pause -
The time lost is mine.

"He monopolizes votes,
Inspires instant anecdotes!"

Hear it when it's screamed in me,
She's up on her penology
 Interrogate
 Intoxicate
Forget what you see.

1/12/11

It's a mystery
Far be it
From me to see it
Solved

You're the one, you know
Far be it
From me to tell you
So

1/11/11

Lacking the legs to leave -
Your lucid eyes let me believe.

Lacking the language to lie -
Lonely logic left behind.

Lucky in love:
An addiction to be fond of.

1/10/11

To-Do list I started the day with:

1/9/11

Sometimes bleeding a little
ink
ink like someone else's blood
like weeping eyes
and leaching dyes

Sometimes bleeding a little
ink
to freeze
to let the letters skate
conceited circles 'round
the page

Sometimes bleeding a little
ink
is the only way to quiet
that twitching
that itching
to get right to the
(fucking)
point.

1/8/11

When I say "we" -
I never mean just  you and me.
When I say "you" -
I seldom know who I'm talking to

But I try to make it true enough
to catch you, should you choose to jump
And I only convey so vague a thought
that I can deny it when I'm caught.

1/7/11

Times New Roman
Boxed and tall like castle walls
Keeps us kosher, keeps us in line.

Something removed
in those newspaper hues;
It's the perfect font to hide behind.

1/6/11

I found my lover, impatient,
on the other side of the sun.

Between a vapor and a liquid -
we felt an affinity,
a holy trinity,
like we could be
either one.

With us standing this close,
the day will never be done.

1/5/11

And so we dance backwards
drifting like trembling faults.

The city falls as the populace chokes,
on the resin of a thousand
ticky tacky hacking tokes.

Destructive little tantrums
as our armies ride into the motes;

Shaking that sticks to us, grips our desires
as certain as hurting,
as earthquakes start fires -

In the sure and obscure view
of settling dust, the sun is dim,
and I think we're both tired of living in sin
so darling,
let the genocide begin.

1/4/11

drip
drip
drops of queasy morning sun
seep into horizontal blinds
penetrate hibernating skull.

feels like something's missing
like catching breath while swimming
whether you're here or not
the drip
drip
drop
keeps the same stagnant beat
of store bought alarm clocks
or tired, throbbing feet.

1/3/11

Your words are bigger than you think,
ironic or comic -
Gurgling the verbal vomit:

Arbitrarily eating
as deadly acid eating
disintegrating flesh
of the heart still beating
blood through tense ventricles
trying to hold on
as a hundred wriggling tentacles
of a wicked beast long gone

1/2/11

icy voices with
visible breath
crack the AM dew
into two.

I'll take this half,
the other is for you;

nourishment til stubborn sun
recalls he's got a job to do.

all we ever had was a
poetic rhyme, unsatisfied -
song birds in chilly mornings
where true emotions hide.

1/1/11

I knew it was yours -
(my mistake)

Nerves like tidal forces
dripping in the wake.

I remember the time
I forgot what it was like
to be afraid.