February 2012
14 posts
Always Carry a Sewing Kit
There is this knife that has a blade sharp enough to make incisions in time. The very tip is enough to slice and fray the endlessly moving ribbon of seconds and minutes and hours that fold blindness into the eyes of the best of us. The best of us will somehow mock the hands of a clock, aware or not. Perhaps it is the ticking thats forces such timely habits of the busied man, the self-inflicting...
the fear
I am fear
I am not fearful, but I am fear
my eyes do not know where to look
my hands do not know how to move
my mind does not know how to make up
my makeup is running away
in the way that my pillow has moved it
while I was unmoving
as a condition
as it seems I quiver, I quake
as it seems I am moments from
falling low and pouring out and
trickle as i may
arbitrarily
as...
this is a song baby which my friend Dylan and I... →
You have crossed me, part. 2
I promise that the joke’s on you
You gilded charm
As tarnished as they came
Heavy on my blouse
Knocks upon this fossil frame
Around a fossil organ like a heart
The only difference being time between the pulses
Beat once, think twice
Swing faster than you rust
Swing as if you must
Assuming you live dangerous
It’s comedy that does the job
As you’re best left unemployed
And always worth...
January 2012
21 posts
At a Loss For Words
when all there is left here
is fingernail clippings
and shoes
and things to groom with
these two lips are parted
top on top of bottom
and at a loss for words
for a time one may quiver
until it recalls
the other night
it was told to be still
and know the order
of pasting then cutting and
cutting then clipping
that nail that will never be small enough
that will never be wise...
Do Not Lose Sleep Over Me
I am the dark
I come uninvited
I come, I encroach
at least once a day and once in this way
heel to toe to heel
with my head hung low
for I know I am not welcome
I wish I could hold you
instead I choke you
instead I extract
from your brow, from arms, from back, to sheets
leave them salted-damp
I wish I could whisper
sleep into your surface
instead I scream
which shatters you, which...
Feathers and Daisies
I draw a bath
To draw a line
From my fingers to my toes
In search of solace for another
I lift a hand in the face of feathers
Which to me say danger
Power to their color
Power in their numbers,
Power in their volume
Not their mass
Which leaves them crying,
“Daisy! Lacks a daisy!”
lackadaisical neglect
to the pressure on the bruise
with attention to breath
attention to hair
on the shoulder,...
Welcome to the Rapture
Here’s to the skipping of milestones across the blackest bay
known as New Year’s day.
There is much to be said and yet to say.
All at once, I feel the weight of this reflection
vivid, despite its darkest complexion.
Electric fish, in schools of eight or nine,
wish dash about my bay
as if to say
“let’s revisit this word ‘dismay’”
On this day two...
i gave someone a pencil, and this is what i got...
The pig To Free the pigs and
HARRY HORSES FUCKING HARRY POTTER
In the moonlight Darling green grass in the Spring
air Will ravage his field shouting
AS MY MIND CRIES ASSERTING THAT
THE TIME INTENDS TO REALIZE MY
MIND and forever a naked animal Peering into my
eyes Only if the Naked animal is
a Pig
My life is an endless
HACKING of Coconuts
On a chilli Wednesday night.
and the sun and...
I Think, Therefore I am Not
Look about nothing
and I like to think I force the sun to set.
Mind over matter
nails over wrist
by the writs of their nails
they being the well-read
well versed and reversed in process of thought
I thought questions gave birth to answers
to eyes, to ears, to mind
to mouth over matter
all a matter of how they’re wired.
What about three prongs and two sockets?
What about hands...
Variation on the Word Sleep (by Margaret Atwood)
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the...
December 2011
19 posts
Directions For Ransom
Sadie told a story bout the state of my own head
judging from the way I never dare to make my bed.
To the person who may find me, finds me lone so that he sees
I do most of my talking to the shaking in my knees.
I look into the window from my skirt to where they touch
and never do I realize that I’m seeing half as much
as what I could be seeing if I opened up my blinds
to look upon...
wolf encounter, 1870
padded paws, they found me sleeping in the moss
as you know, I have waited
as you know, I am told
that here in these waters lie curses and gold
in that order
at least from the surface up
and on that surface, I plainly see
a terrible picture of you and me
not because we are too distant
not because we are too close
it’s bad because we both have no idea how to pose
that is to say, I...
I Am Thelma, I Am Louise
I will drive myself into insanity with the windows down and the radio on.
Of this, I could not be more certain.
I told you that your back was sweating like the Niagra.
I say this because I have visited the Niagra.
I didn’t tell you though. I was busy committing the state of your back to my memory.
My nails dug as far into the dresser as wood will allow keratin to do so.
I did this...
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