31 July 2009

notes: dip

yr feet in the frigid
sea, with everything right & wrong
to no man marching belongs
no is a not-thing, no
temptress, no
burnbleaching sun, no
vacuum blanket of pure dust
choked static
yr ankle coming up, the ripple
yr final tow, apple red paint


30 July 2009

notes: simple shit you writ

if yr mother likes the simple shit you writ
if there's nothing subtle
nor an empty spoonful of softskulling wit

if yr tongue don't click with a sharp tin tick
puddle cuddle shuttle scuttle rebuttal
if wet words peel neatly off the tile before yr bent-over sick

[if there's nothing worth ascent
this pretty poison won't pass for poison treasure.]

28 July 2009

some notes

it is this photo or the next, where i love you. so which you will i see: someone's rich little girl or she weilding beauty's hammer? no though it is you i love, here you're grey. grey and sparse, a shell of our performer but gorgeous beyond their compare. for they are fools and perpetrators of gold and folly and know nothing of beauty. yeah,that's a good feeling, now .

comparing photos, i only have
the strength to love one: i cant see the heat in anything wrong

if you turn the volume down the echoes are gone and n the crazy is from another world.

26 July 2009

cold ghosts kissing

cold ghosts kissing
at our hair, we aren't
scared, but they
get up to leave
and when they aren't there
fan's breath across our neck
it's ours for the breaking.

08 July 2009

cause he did it

cause he did it, i do it
cause i always did it
since catch, since sea legs
and i'll always do it
until i'm, for the better part, upright
though my springs may
be choked & need replacing
and i can do it for the first time,
fingers fluent in ambition & sport
if i don't do it, they'll do it to me
(cause he always did it.)

working on it:

New Game 2

like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw
a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast
biting your lip, you're above yourself
riding a breathless gush
of heat. & i'm between.

Afraid to Say Your Name 3

i cannot bear where dust collects
across the window pane
sun falling through, an exposure
a public undressing, i do not care
for busy & benign women, nor
their well-mannered hair & polished
sapphire attractions.

when your shirt is pulled slowly over your ribs
i look away, afraid of the things i could do.