9/19/2009
Trees with red flowers
Trees with red flowers
Winding road to Heaven ending on a degree: leaned back
Your stomach churns musty thought
It’s all out on the table where you left it.
My flesh sinks deeper into oppression.
Bladed caressing finger
Outlined you
Exposed rib cage and flattened breasts
There is a picture of us on my cell phone I look at a lot.
Signatured? Myself into digital memory slavery.
I am chipping away at your gray matter.
Together be always will we
Extending the lease to the back of the house.
9/20/2009
Come on you Chupacabras!
Being chased by a state cop
you losers
Open T-top
you freaks.
Anyone can shoot the freak
In the pickle, pickle
heHAheheHaHahehahaHe
you losers
On the silent Cay
Splitting wires, building a raft for fifteen years.
When the cereals gone
When the porn loads
When I just shaved
When I caught a fish
When the balls roll down the maze connecting the ligaments
Steroid muscles
Pin ball on the MTA.
for the lack of a better ball point
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
soul
A cup always being sipped on
A mystery novel on its first page
Unsure of being tired, thinking about mystery, and preparing for the worst with no intent of remembering how to begin. Wanting to jump over the moon and dig your feet in the sand. The classiest dress on the most casual woman.
I wished for you, while looking into the low sky with many staring stars, becoming brighter.
I wished that you and I would always be happy. (including everything I couldn’t think of)
The wish I wished: “I wish that we will be okay.”
Simple and fitting. Unlike the purple dress.
A soul so hardly seen fully.
Soul of a constant, wealthy love. Unable to see her own affection.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Chatham, Massachusetts
I saw the Atlantic
tidal palms rough
and wearing
the stone I picked
up later at the
Sound. Slapping
and crashing
violent, beauty
living beneath boats,
on my chest
and past the pond.
Truly loving the wood
and coal harvested
by fury known
for hundreds
of years, each peak
leaving no trace.
Sails sewn into my city life.
Long lenses which see
beyond stable vision, a gift
from my Grandfather,
although shaky we
both have become.
Maps for free
guide me, around the short-cut,
possibly for lunch. Seagulls
sweep keeping distance
from Ultimate Day.
Conjured wake
approaches, and
I am ready for another.
Dying engine, capable of
silencing the clams.
Friday, August 14, 2009
9.9%
Drive a car or operate
Birth defects
Government warning
The risk of machinery,
And your ability
To the pregnancy
Cause health problems
According women should not
General beverages impairs
Because of problems alcoholic
Birth defects
Government warning
The risk of machinery,
And your ability
To the pregnancy
Cause health problems
According women should not
General beverages impairs
Because of problems alcoholic
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Jordan
we have made the connection between the two
your cocktails and your dreams
both dead weight.
it is a war of the worlds and your fists are swollen
beaming, totally alien
let each robotic arm find its nectar
with a slow retracting forgiving nature
patching and paying
interruptions in everyone else's life
with no apologies necessary
tragic grocery store experience
bodega on the previous corner
underneath the couple that was visible from the window at night
romantic separations in a blurry dream
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
German perspective
Iron is the most
American word
iron
it might be flattening
the whole earth
Capital sinking
or probably forged purity
only still after a steady pour
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