Monday, August 24, 2015

the pointy stick

That Pointy Stick

she found it, running around
where she said that she couldn’t
I think I will, Vickie had it
recite your prayers, it goes back to Sue
too little, too late, too much for the pictures
to bind your will, last rolling papers
I did not mean for this, solid bloom
it came out all wrong, sipping whiskey
to the window, your thrill, as I climbed upon the ladder
she said it was all about love, all about the intention
the bet upon the wheel, to jack the bitch
gone all week, all but the original purpose
plastic bags, about 4:40 or so,
that will work, for original sin

The Visionary Ghost

The visionary Ghost

Seeing is ethnographic
high upon your perch
questions from the sick
squeeze and cough
I looked up Wednesday
she saw stars in my eyes
doing the devil’s bidding
her grayness was excitable
I will wait until the time is ripe
embrace your ritualized cruelty
the play without words
only the actions of the fearful
pour your distrust upon me
I have learned to see through your eyes