Early Eve

hands covered in red she 

said that no bullshit

my throat his hands 

my life three bloody chairs

we had to throw them out....

long list

his name, and mostly women

the other side of me

I don't throw anything away and neither do I

Ha Ha Haaaah, there aint no one can stop me 

she comes out aint no stopping

I've been good, locked in the closet

Own goddamn fault

His own

I know, You know?

I know he

got

remembering that day

it 

messing with 

Never seen again

36

and my brother too

36

15 of us

lost at 8

right around the corner

here but they told me southern

know

I.D. my I.D.

Says 

You need to see it?

Birthday day 

Hype early 

night couch boombox

everything on top 

got the headphones

wanna

dresser drawer still cold

ice cold beer

10 pack, no not

Joe selling his

flow in the hood 

53

on that  guy

17 not 7, it's been longer than that

I miss him, he's my baby

What goes through your mind when you hear a story like that

I have known her a long time

There is not a fence between us

I like your name, and you call me by the fullest

Chance to see inside and out

Hearing sparks of hell

You cool you cool,

my guests, my room.

Giving me work today

better not on last warning

cause night

not gettin there, early and not getting there

love you, 53

love you, 23

Poem One from When It's On series

When you are quiet

Windows prove their noise canceling

Ability to withstand windy snores

Buttercups are shining yellow

Digesting a late meal of memories in the future.

When quiet, the pops and painless upheaval of

Unconscious propulsion. Planting seeds in desire

Night gardener with little experience

Melting tracks to follow

Demise of the misfit

Mixing bowl catapult

Molasses escapee

There is a mouse trap being reused in the attic

With a cat in the house.

Burden of the empty bottle

Filling out worn skin dressed in ink

When you watch,

Crooked street lights fill the empty ally

Heaven drops the ball.

Drawing on the lecture

At a cluttered table sorting it all

OUT

For the reasons you told me to

There are no more groceries

Avoided that cell, a bigger story

You watch the swell, and hold your breath

Tom

TOM was glass grown. The insects and hormones and others passive aggressively nudged a jar branded Evolution. As a means of control, seemed animalistic. Tom was a human glass branded, time trialed, scientific experimentation gone unexpected, considering; specific limitations in body strength, confidence, and moralistic mumbo jumbo to be explained later.

Early man was thick hide smeared dusty logic curiosity with drive like a pickup. Pick me up, it’s early.

Tom chased an atom unknowingly with the twitch in his eye. Dead silence, dead being the drab, still humidity whispering warped waves

Crinkled paper was flat, easier to read. Air tight.

Invisible to the naked eyes of Tom’s willingness, accepting, no question, smile smile, coffee cake, make me a real statement not required in written form

All fresh like a peach yee tomato stored in a jar waiting plucked, red all emotional, waiting for the teeth of, some guy, to eat you up on the streets of your favorite city or town, slobbering your guts like, that hurts a little, ….so clear, singing birds and woman and saxophone where do you get off. Tom is expressing that smile smile, unknown flavor of the week, spittin you out next to the jar on a covered porch in America.

Consider absence the subject.