Mysterious Small
If you were here in the humid, scented dark, I’d tell you what the moths whisper with their wings when they brush stars. If you were here I’d show you where the wet green moss makes love to ragged stones. If you were here I’d carve your breath into rain clouds and watch the sun […]
Somata for your pillow, love
I come for you in the bright tear of dawn, the silence of the dead afternoon, the brooding hum of evening, searching for the comfort of your continued existence. My mind launches, sticky-tipped toward the nest I have built for you, somata for your pillow, love, in my fertile neural forest. A tap, a touch, […]
De Paseo
Along the dusty boulevard wide hipped girls saunter shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, in languid lockstep Sunset sweat bejeweling their upper lips and foreheads, glistening glass beads at their temples A slow parade of possible futures for the boys on the benches who watch with smoke-stung eyes while pretending disinterest. Gazelles and lions on […]
I Fall
I fall into you tumble down into the impossibility of your blind alleys plummet from a great height into the web of your passages sound out the street names as if calling to a dead lover. I miss you without having ever known you. Pine for the broad arms of your boulevards and the leafy […]
Battlements
The walls of your keep, miles high thick as a pre-dawn panic, bridge drawn as tight as virgin thighs the birds fly over and come out songless and feather-charred. Years of scrabbling have taught me the meaning of futility, the pathos of patience, and the knack of being a good outsider looking in through the […]
On Reading Foucault’s ‘What is an author?”
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone from here. I will have left this stain on the page and you will call it me.
Now I Know #twitterfiction #smutpoetry
Now I know how low I’ll go. Into the bottomless pit with the 600 and me there in the gore of the battlefield smug and mud-covered, cackling like a mad whore at a funeral. What dignity? I scream, clawing at my clothes as if they were jellyfish sent by Neptune to see if I’d budge. […]
Sane Past the Veil
You, my friend, are sane past the veil. Easy to be sane before you know the depths to which humanity can plummet. Easy to be sane before the blinding light of banality sears the eyes shut. Easy to be sane before you’ve met the place where pain or confusion makes death seem a viable alternative. […]
Poem for an Unmet Woman
I have painted the lines of your body across the sky. Mixed stains on mental palettes to match the unnamed tone of the skin behind your knee. Imagined the crease at the corner of your mouth contorted by pleasure, then laughter, then pain. I’ve composed the whirwind of your orgasms, ethereal breath, the sound of […]
But no more
It is one of nature’s great cruelties that the body decays long before desire slides into somnolence and need’s nagging chatter falls quiet. For years, I consoled myself with kind white lies like cool, plumped pillows for the delicately dispositioned and the terminally terminal. The flesh has failed under the drag of time and so […]