this isn’t my kind of bar my teeth are crooked blunt trauma and my nose has been broken from putting my face through a windshield the lady next to me is fussing, nasally squealing because her drink has no olive the glasses are clean too clean all the talk the cacophonous din deafening is about […]
Gray-Bone Gristly Things
before being a mother before being a grandmother before being Born Again she was simply Muriel the memory of this former self preserved in red-lipstick pictures she’d loved a lot of men or she would have, had she known how and perhaps she still did, in her own way she married several, nobody is sure […]
where we took our sanctuary
no one could touch us– where we took our sanctuary outside the door addicts and criminals whispered and whimpered and shouted foul slurs in dark halls further, beyond the swinging glass doors blue-collar towns avoided their river-drownings by a mere few feet of elevation salvation, being mostly perspective my hands traveled fingers brushing over her […]
devils, and angels
is this what you’d have of me? tho we’ve learned– each time judgment’s dented axe swings its rust-speckled murder there is a lessening and is this what we’ve become? of all the rustle we’d once been hideous, and beautiful if there be any difference devils, and angels if there be any distinction now cleaved, and […]
tall guards at the periphery
this midnight’s misting moonlight and Jupiter’s round pregnancy her three children, birthed now aligned shine their alabaster dust upon this place tho knowing that darkness had arrived before their wishful light aye, always existing– tho knowing well this place inside the heart of a man of which no lovely lies are ever penned and of […]
back door man
his voice crackles, cackling as the drunken jokes get worse the grizzle-chin fisherman wobbling next to me slaps the bar top his wedding band tap-tapping well off the music’s beat eyeing the bottle-blonde barkeep as he sings along with Jim the hippie “Back Door Man”, playing on the jukebox tho, I doubt this grizzle-chin fisherman […]
unconditional
The question had come up in early flirtation’s curious conversation, each learning about the other, fencing at times, each bringing a lifetime of relationships, and more than a bit of past pain into their words. “Do you believe in unconditional love?” she’d asked. My answer was not popular among the two of us at the […]
hauntings
“I’ve been here once before,” she said as we pulled into the lot, “Would you like to know with who?” “I already know,” I returned. Reggae music wound and pivoted, the bass thumping down my spine from the speakers behind me, luring me to islands, but it wasn’t working. The lights were too bright, and […]
poetry of music
Don’t you lock up something that you wanted to see fly. This guy gets it. Great cover of a timeless song. He made it his own. I know this is a poetry blog, peppered with other silly nonsense that I might write, but I’ve found myself thinking lately on the impotence of poetry in comparison […]
restless, and familiar
she was ghastly and beautiful twisted and gnarled and I couldn’t turn my gaze her alabaster-dusted barnacle-crusted skull visible through chalk-frosted socket-shock frazzle her eyes sunken and darkened and splayed listless tho slowly churning yes, restless and familiar bulging-echo pits the color those shadows found skulking the corners of regret’s rusted-spade squared-edge graves thin and […]