21 August 2012

sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082120121512]


suddenly the sweetness of some fruit 
i can't recall 
memory's maw models some flowery drupe, 
a mango
spread across a lisp thin wheat
the saccharine spear implacable 
i heave on repeat, breathe 
in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic 
of seeds, split and juice — an unmistaken
missing flame

[for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]

19 August 2012

Interrobang — Page 11, Line 11, Part 1


So many lovers loved
built up into careful
bedside stacks — which to read
first, which to repeat

"According to what has ended up inside it," Kim said.

What and why, indeed?
When the cushions call who 
can resist? Clever, diabolical, 
it's a reaction, always to you, forgive me

"I reacted subjectively, assuming they wanted me to show off," Lenny said.

I resist, I resist, and I do not resist — forgive me
but leave me here, endless fingers fondling
his timing belt
again

"The wrong kind of difficulties and ambiguities," Charles said.

these lips — there are dreams to be drunk
as something shadows up my keep — like 
life keeps calling me back to sleep. that settles it;
and i check the size on her hardcover sleeve.



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06 August 2012

why i wondrously't

i canonicalize't lethe your winnipeg
youthfully'll lettering it go to youngstown hearsay
it mightiest raincoats

i'm justices tiredly of talking
i'd feeds siciliana instituted
i'm justness tiresomeness of talmudization to yourselves

i've gottfried taking a shivered
i'm justice tire of tallness to yours andrews thawing smitten
yourselves've heavers it allstate already

anything, neighboring of us canning propagating anybody.

[previous post run thru The Eater of Meaning]

why i won't


i can't let you win
you'll let it go to your head
it might rain

i'm just tired of talking
i'd feel sick inside
i'm just tired of talking to you

i've gotta take a shit
i'm just tired of talking to you and that smile
you've heard it all already

anyway, neither of us can prove anything.

lenny bruce tattoo v5 [08062012]


I

time fogs
a feather in her handwriting faintly 
beneath the surface of the mirror
...
secondhand smiles dribble down my chin
but the look into her eyes is our first mistake
sun swirling across her pepperbright skin
sin on an extant coffeeshop couch

II

time flashes
x
x

x
x
x
x

III

time glows
x
x

x
x
x
x


IV

time sinks
x
x

x
x
x
x

V

time swells
x
x

x
x
x
x


...
"what do you mean he kissed a leper?
"what's the point in that? you kiss them
"and they fall apart."

02 August 2012

lenny bruce tattoo [draft no. 4]


torn; 
a failing feather in her handwriting 
faintly hidden under the mirror

secondhand smiles dribble down my chin
convince, looking into her eyes is my first mistake
sun swirling across her pepperbright skin
sin on this surely extant coffeeshop couch

remind me of how her wrist, peachly thin 
x
recalls mad machinations and I must begin
x

...
floating, the breeze breaks when we 

i can't blame anyone but myself
or maybe my mother, who first floated the thing, 
saying, "i can't blame anyone but myself." but 
i'm convinced: this is a good idea, sold to a lioness

before waking beside her 
her new sweat massaged into the mattress 
in the aura of whatever, is sold without much sell 
then buyer's remorse: this sweet thing cannot smile back.

...
"what do you mean he kissed a leper?
"what's the point in that? you kiss them
"and they fall apart."