October 2010
32 posts
6 tags
i’m a mess, a
drunken excuse
for a human
being but here
we roll through
the streets
hallowed caricatures
finding our way
between beer
horror & sex
laughing at ghosts
of ourselves
and dressed
to kill
until dawn
4 tags
on the loud side of the peak
the camera clutchers scuffle
for the best shot of skyline
but here, nearly alone,
you and i watch the sun sink
& distant boats plying
the molten gold sea
4 tags
old port city
with ships and ships
and cargo like pollen
spreading out
you bloom
5 tags
4 tags
slathered with mud i am a slick thing grey crawling up from the cave throat all clay and pale skin with hair plastered flat and blood-red tongue behind my lips threatening to speak some word called up from from blackness up from down there up from inside the crushing damp and grave smelling earth and spit it glistening at your spotless feet like some rare gem but i do not and i will not and i turn...
3 tags
two rolls of film
unexposed
two curled seeds
unwatered
4 tags
the rain turned cold and we walked
bus-sprayed and powerline dripped
children with wet socks and sniffles
squelching home for dinner and a bath
4 tags
clear skies
haze inside
i am humid
& muddy
in thought
3 tags
4 tags
i would recharge if i knew how
my finger in the wall
slurp noodles from a bowl
wind my springs up tight
stand on the hill in a storm
sleep for days
spin circles between magnets
lie flat in the sun
just to see that icon flash full
4 tags
winter will settle in the peaks
a white cat curling round for sleep
3 tags
in some semblance of writing
i force quaking fingers to the keys
and they move
4 tags
there’s days i wish i was good
like you, could ignore shit
like you, pat ‘em on the back
like you, tell ‘em they got talent
like you, & believe it for true
like you, but then on good days,
unlike you, i’m not really sure i
like you all that much at all
7 tags
5 tags
blocks away a man is drunk screaming
further still the rush of cars on a highway
the mosquito in my ear whines for blood
4 tags
when the aliens came
they were not like us
not good or evil
or understandable
if they’d had eyes
they’d have blinked
before passing by
in disinterest
5 tags
the man with the scissors
measures time
& cuts off a month or so
lets it fall
a few strands of my past
on the floor
to be later swept away
4 tags
you come in singing clear like our lives are on a stage and the musicians simply late or hungover in their bus and your voice bubbling down the stairs and who cares and damn the neighbours and i mute the television and just sit there now to listen as your work clothes hit the floor all buckles and buttons, cell phone clattering in percussion and the notes all growing warm as you’re moving...
3 tags
3 tags
i took a breath
& gave it back
6 tags
carry a torch
a lighter, or
a match will do
in a pinch, a
piece of flint
a stick or
an idea
just in case,
it’s best
to be
prepared
3 tags
you can’t just throw these down
like seeds on dry earth &
expect meanings to take root,
or then again maybe you can,
they’ll grow up weeds all tangled,
deep-rooted, wild & devouring
4 tags
on pretext of kissing your neck
she draws one vampiric breath
pulling till the tiny vessels burst
& blood spills between cells
purple red, & pooling outward.
later, on the train home
you tap out love messages
on a handset, the red welt
pulsing with her ownership
swelling with your pride
4 tags
4 tags
ink is a stain
our words, filth
clinging to paper
7 tags
the voice was deep
a wolf rumble
a serenade in thunder
it rolled from the forest
fog thick
called me by name
& into the trees
i followed
6 tags
then one night i dissolve in the bath, my sixty-percent joins its own the rest collapsing like so much salt
i remember little, not hands not lips my thoughts & body transparent turning patient eddies as you undress and step in
4 tags
you come home beaten down
& all i can do is
speak bones into your limbs
and try to lift you with words
7 tags
5 tags
at night uncertain dreams grip this city a desperation to live out each moment in case daylight never returns
at four a.m. light seeps into the sky slow as growth & we wake a little, before going home to bed
4 tags
little bones little bones
grow right and straight
there are miles to be walked
& tendons pulled taut to
take us there in time
September 2010
30 posts
6 tags
and soon enough
there will be snow
up the mountain,
scrub trees sealed
in translucence &
hikers all gone home
to thick valley air,
dreaming conquest
& green majesty
