Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Forget the cities.
They never taught you
how to eat blueberries.
Walk over
the black hood face
down; instead kiss
the sidewalk a kiss
for your killer. I thank
you honestly,
truly,
from the still low empty,
mute gut emptied.
God that it would only be
what I squeezed into
my fist. My inky super
fist.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

high praise

I am unmoved
unmanned
unhanded, hand
over hand to the top
of the ropes. From here
I can see almost
to the brink Four
counties Sissel
and the beanstalk
Hand over
hemoglobin Lovingly
scratched to the blank
bags of being Mother
embossment monogrammed
items unlikely to
be accepted upon intent
or acceptance
of return.

la la la la la la la la

You're up there
Took the stairs
To the stars all alone
You left all the lights burning
But nobody's home
I believe they deceived your tuneful heart too long
Now they sing along

--from Help Me by Alkaline Trio

Thursday, January 01, 2009

small pome

blur and then blush and then
an ode to the cleaner, his long-handled
stick. stickiness. i stick to you
like glue. like the pungent wipe of disgrace
that would not leave my hand after eating. once
i took this same plane as the return
from adultery. i wondered what i would
tell you. that's not true. i knew
exactly the words i would employ, with what
hatchery and hatchetery i would bloodily
birth it, serve it
to you ugly and born
on a plate.
43 minutes.
we accelerate from space,
emptiness solid to something slightly
less so, a mist, half
tasted flavor, an old ring, or the cobble
crack cinder heel hair breast red
chest and tortured. ground.
i would like to call this love.
i would like it
very much.