cold October the turn of the earth its gentle bend its kaleidoscope-spin obscurity its hoary-edge shadows whisper a name I’ve not heard since a prior existence I might walk– until I find it caress its hip-curve edge stepping over the familiar bones of the lonesome wicked I might dare a place where I’ve not yet […]
History of Indignity
They had weed, and I had a history of indignity. Three of them pulled up, the car screeching and lurching, then parked crookedly by the swing-bell glass door to the brick-front store where I was buying a sixer and smokes. I knew them from the club where we’d waste our weekend nights spending money we […]
wings of brass
What will we do with these years remaining, love? Now that all the gods are slain by our introspection, now that sunsets’ once playful pink-cotton foretells only night’s panicked, chirping-insect void, what shall we do with the stilled-scream horror of ourselves, as it sits lonesome and warted, hunched and spiny, digging its claws into gray-wrinkle […]
Atop the Shimmer
Most of what I am to you now, to anyone, is the drunken musk of memory; I am aware, and was– before the sun considered rising over our wishfulness. Choose your poem, choose your sunshine-afternoon and pin its photo to the wall, and try, love, try– not to look too deeply into its shadows, tho […]
Solemnity
I slept, or endeavored as poems danced their drunken dances white-tooth gaiety a rustling cacophony aye, each seducing the next or whichever– might seem amicable I slept, or endeavored as the raucous powder-hair affair roared and chortled spinning too drunk to care but not drunk enough to forget solemnity– tho still, I hadn’t felt its […]
golden-afternoon memory
Even as you are gone from what we were, only the shadowy-well ache remaining, this howling void stays– the most potent reminder– these words, all that I am, wish only to fill the emptiness; these words wish– if only once, if only for the rustling leaf-turn of a golden-afternoon memory, your singular and acute understanding.
Dreaming of Hope
I suppose that when we go, we all go still owing a debt somewhere, a loan unpaid, a good turn still un-returned, a forgiveness not granted, a wrong never made right. And some would say that we get what we’ve got coming, but we never do. We get what we get. We know who we know, […]
Strawberry Dreams
The soil, moist and soft, recalled safe memories; its cool touch embraced my underside as I lay, drifting. It is in these times that we are free– loose the chains of gods and governments, loose the hold of hunger and strife; it is in the surrealism, the weightless space-drift of dreams that we are what […]
No lies remained
Autumn-evening’s sunshine, painting her skin in hues of young-hope’s memories, couldn’t change what she’d become. Greasy locks of grayed yellow fell over a round, scar-pocked face. Anger seethed, both hot and cold, as our eyes met, though she looked away. It wasn’t the type of anger that passes quickly. If not recognized as a damned […]
thrust into the rainbow’s fable
we didn’t agree to this we were merely born here thrust into the rainbow’s fable pushed from the red-fibrous wombs where we’d slumbered spat out, squint-eyed and screaming into the spinning-steel machinery white wolves watch the grumbling churn from the swaying-grass periphery tasting the smell of our mortality the blood of our avarice, our hauntings […]