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.