Thursday, May 30, 2013

she sharpens her edge
with perception
both rueful
at the base of her throat
an epiphany
blaming the comfortable
nails digging into palm
threading the old and new
the muscles flare
signaling the unknowable
disembodied
surrogate duplicity
betrayal waters
washing away
caged seduction
pulsating stigmata
she rolled her eyes again
Feeling like an actor
swimming in a sea of sharks
a little intimate gathering
between friends and enemies
stumbling upon an alien landscape
where you do not belong
fighting for coupons
rollercoaster
hopes and dreams

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

this little thing that is known as perception

far away from her body
holding the box
infecting ignorance
blocking out the hard
footsteps
the slips avoidance
days upon the minutes
the girl slowly
happhazardly
inventing her sunshine
pasting it on the box
quick not to dally
the old fiddler
under the shoulder
sanity clings to the air conditioner
a glossy girl
with adventures
a postcard from the homeland
she trips on her way to the well
should opens her door
peeks outside
a frothy bug says hello
queen-sized bed with carpet daughter
naked before the world
snapshot
too constricting
out and out
in her towel
virgin mary icon
milky like her own
it was about the ownership
the contention
bundles of distress
she kept them on the back porch
unopened
all at once
we recognize the gloom

whatever you want

enters and exits her mind
affirming the same time
coaxial relationships
bloody lips
and tattooed torsos
her eyes shift gears
they reeve
wobbling late
taking them back
cocks her head
spicy pork loins
can slide the plate
sink the ship
shot down the aliens
circle in the sand
minature packages
the drive to Chicago
make you then
seemingly fluid
much like the woman herself
squinting descibles
not real she says
not real
you can make it
whatever you want


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

adjusted gross income

breathing in my dark room
my cock in my hand
tender necks
I call and ask
wanna make love?
rode me like the preakness
I asked how you placed
you said what?
off you go with your knee socks
your book of torential poems
you teach me new words that I forgot
I stoke a bowl and reflect
on this dynasty

i have to work in the morning
but I still walk over to the cafe
for a shot of tequila
and some conversation
with a coupe of drunks
the old lady at the bar can smell
the sex
that clings to my thighs
she said that I smelled like a young fuck

10 in the morning and I'm late for work
I tell her she has to leave
I know she will rob me blind
it has happened too many times before
I call work trying to think of an excuse


between to polar opposites and thinking about vortex mathematics

She said she knew it was hard
feeling it from across the room
video tape with a meat cleaver
under leaden clouds
phallic kingdoms
like a barge
pushing up the Mississippi
water rising
school girls by the hundreds
little school colors
they jump and twirl
for the mastication

his lordship approves
polishing his guns
on young buttocks
sufocate
plastic couch
another sod
paint peeling
licking the jucies

there was a revolution
in the air
until auntie sprayed it away with lysol
the paper with its stories
designed to sell you the
Amsterdam dream
grow your hair long
for mister Mickish

a one two three
waltz with me
on the alter of the pentecostal church
they casting out demons
and I'm catching the slain
she was much heavier than I thought

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

something my father said while we were watching wrestling

little sculpture pony
Kafhka's mother
advise about the dedication
beware of the archtecture
the structures that define you
hold you in
break free from self
incrimination
modes of presentation
it sits on the self
so pretty
petty
little things
that break you
make you small
even after your glorious transformation
21 screwdrivers, porkchops, mashed potatoes,
and suarekraut
he waited at the red light
we were the same
ingesting the objective facts
wishing it could be more subjective