Your love is a bloody knee fighting into the ladies room.
Blinking blindly with your open skin,
so wet and cold
but you can't find the right door
and now you're thrown into a corridor of
swampy broken stalls,
filled with greased and
swampy broken solicitors,
and no one,
no one
even has a god damn roll.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
It made him a man with legs that turned and hands that gripped
Took him around the corner, towards the end it dropped us off
and he shakes
Made him a man with smooth turns and oil and work shirts in the trunk,
a lady by his side dressed and dancing with her new purse
Years ago it was his motorcycle and also
a car and all the neighbors spit and thought of
Jew money
Before, a man with keys in his pocket a wallet in the back
a pack of cigarettes but he quit and loves
us forever and here is this man in his bed asking his daughter where she’s been
since last month
Took him around the corner, towards the end it dropped us off
and he shakes
Made him a man with smooth turns and oil and work shirts in the trunk,
a lady by his side dressed and dancing with her new purse
Years ago it was his motorcycle and also
a car and all the neighbors spit and thought of
Jew money
Before, a man with keys in his pocket a wallet in the back
a pack of cigarettes but he quit and loves
us forever and here is this man in his bed asking his daughter where she’s been
since last month
Thursday, November 4, 2010
if you can survive tonight I will give you the greatest chair
let you hang on my shoulder
keep close against my leg
i will clean you from the outside in
if you survive tonight your hands won't be torn off by that great white truck
i assure you
if you can survive tonight i will stick carnations into the thin of your skin
please survive the night
you can keep my feet warm if you'd like to
if you survive this night you won't have your ass punched
swiped into shit and muck and feathers and spit
keep tumbling for just this night
i can clean you from the outside in
let you hang on my shoulder
keep close against my leg
i will clean you from the outside in
if you survive tonight your hands won't be torn off by that great white truck
i assure you
if you can survive tonight i will stick carnations into the thin of your skin
please survive the night
you can keep my feet warm if you'd like to
if you survive this night you won't have your ass punched
swiped into shit and muck and feathers and spit
keep tumbling for just this night
i can clean you from the outside in
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Can't buy a post card at a bar
Christ,
he's been bombarded by three,
barraged by accusations of impropriety.
Nine days to
lay, find, sleep,
C
O
L
L
A
P
S
E ,
hunt for masked charms in all that dust.
Monday, August 9, 2010
august offers
"here, smell this..."
the heat rose up like a sugar fire
the heat came out and punched my rights
hairless and pink
soft, and juicy on the
inside
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
07.28.10
those shredders still haunt the air
dark, foreign,
near
a haunting deserving of bars and thorned black locks
skin, hair,
that dark corner under your bed
your bed
our bed
your bed
bed
sparked cardboard, my fingers
shred
Thursday, July 22, 2010
early November '09.
back to when our dates were chaperoned and your hair waved long
over museum hand-held excuses, an ocean of bloody coral reef rippling, bubbling
between our new palms
under borrowed sheets, quietly testing their courage, circling
the swans you conquered that night by the bay
when i was less worried about old hearts,
better, then,
gentle, as how to best hold yours
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