A crescendo of response, up like
Tides under the moon.
Kettledrum pulse, sudden resurgence like
Minds detour into mazes as eyes close;
Mouths search. Skin meets, its contact
Fosters the need to devour
Swallow
Absorb --
To break the physical and meet the
Need.
A crescendo of response, up like
Tides under the moon.
Kettledrum pulse, sudden resurgence like
Minds detour into mazes as eyes close;
Mouths search. Skin meets, its contact
Fosters the need to devour
Swallow
Absorb --
To break the physical and meet the
Need.
Hair bobbed and framing her
Eyes like the flaps of a tee-pee.
Her lips are soft, full, and round and
Press softly into crevices and trace
Hills and valleys leaving waxy trails of
Lipstick and the texture of her lips
Like fingerprints Identifying the
Writer of the letters
I noticed the silver tin wrapper of
The Lifestyles condom you hid in
Your transparent Armani handbag.
I sat there supposing
That the foil would
Open for my use-- its
Silken present my
restraint.
Hair bobbed and framing her
Eyes like the flaps of a tee-pee.
Her lips are soft, full, and round and
Press softly into crevices and trace
Hills and valleys leaving waxy trails of
Lipstick and the texture of her lips
Like fingerprints Identifying the
Writer of the letters
I noticed the silver tin wrapper of
The Lifestyles condom you hid in
Your transparent Armani handbag.
I sat there supposing
That the foil would
Open for my use-- its
Silken present my
restraint.
A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
Moist and funky,
A steam bath awaits
When ground opens.
Rivulets of murky water
Collect at the bottom
Of each scoop;
Warm loam appears to pulse
With eyeless worms
That free with each dig --
Veiny, watery.
Open wounds give under fingers,
Dirty nails -- fresh soil too --
Marrow laden bones
Like thick thirsty tree roots
Stop scalpels from sinking
Straight through to China.
Moist and funky,
A steam bath awaits
When ground opens.
Rivulets of murky water
Collect at the bottom
Of each scoop;
Warm loam appears to pulse
With eyeless worms
That free with each dig --
Veiny, watery.
Open wounds give under fingers,
Dirty nails -- fresh soil too --
Marrow laden bones
Like thick thirsty tree roots
Stop scalpels from sinking
Straight through to China.
The muscles twitch under
Their thin daisy cover.
Powerful ratcheting like
Currents over wire
The insouciant host
Hums the song she
Heard vaguely tumbling
Down from her neighbor's flat.
It reminds her to check the
Mail. The fabric stays and
She shrugs to loosen it's
Tug and the stairs pass
Under heavy hips and
Round thighs
She whistles now, remembering
Night, and squints against day.
Her stockings softly
Zip Zip Zip
The ground moves under
The sweaty
Midsummer jumper
The humid rush
Collapses in its pale
Palsy.
Fuck pop culture
And pop stars and
All its popcorn hate
Mail -- lets take a
Swing at our deep dark
Bullshitting TV generation
work to make the
Sacred trendy and tramp
All over it.
I hover and the ballast
Is released into the
Spheres and ionizes.
The muscles twitch under
Their thin daisy cover.
Powerful ratcheting like
Currents over wire
The insouciant host
Hums the song she
Heard vaguely tumbling
Down from her neighbor's flat.
It reminds her to check the
Mail. The fabric stays and
She shrugs to loosen it's
Tug and the stairs pass
Under heavy hips and
Round thighs
She whistles now, remembering
Night, and squints against day.
Her stockings softly
Zip Zip Zip
The ground moves under
The sweaty
Midsummer jumper
The humid rush
Collapses in its pale
Palsy.
Fuck pop culture
And pop stars and
All its popcorn hate
Mail -- lets take a
Swing at our deep dark
Bullshitting TV generation
work to make the
Sacred trendy and tramp
All over it.
I hover and the ballast
Is released into the
Spheres and ionizes.
Your father, a poet,
Is published.
You are certain
We haven't heard of him.
Your soft clear face,
Brushed with hair,
Crinkles in concentration,
Searches for trees.
Rumpled in boy's sheets,
Belly pressed towards sleep,
A hair wave trundles down
Neck and shoulders.
Flannel pajamas form
You and winter scenes
Of snowmen and skaters
Tickle your pale flanks.
The machine kicks in after four
Rings, pressing pleas of
Happiness onto erasable tape.
You screen every call.
You are pressured by the phone.
The vinyl bench in the Blue Metroline
Train presses your intense desire
For freedom into my back.
I sit and write a letter,
From my suburban room, forming words
that tell why I could miss
The last Metro home.
Your father, a poet,
Is published.
You are certain
We haven't heard of him.
Your soft clear face,
Brushed with hair,
Crinkles in concentration,
Searches for trees.
Rumpled in boy's sheets,
Belly pressed towards sleep,
A hair wave trundles down
Neck and shoulders.
Flannel pajamas form
You and winter scenes
Of snowmen and skaters
Tickle your pale flanks.
The machine kicks in after four
Rings, pressing pleas of
Happiness onto erasable tape.
You screen every call.
You are pressured by the phone.
The vinyl bench in the Blue Metroline
Train presses your intense desire
For freedom into my back.
I sit and write a letter,
From my suburban room, forming words
that tell why I could miss
The last Metro home.
it is a memory of
teeth and bruises
it is a memory of
fire and poison
words over bear
liters of scotch
portions of songs
huddled over tears
in the corner on the
floor all night
mugs of water drunk
poured; a desk, a floor
bruises to hide
coffee brewed and tea
over bread and cheese
grimaces, teeth
firm slaps anger
revulsion, raw bare
passion resonating
to the burning of
Sting all night
the fatigue held in
bones, in flesh,
the sting of hangover
i am not your friend
you are not my friend
not enough time has
passed and why doesn't
this lover just leave
in the morning you
ask me you ask and you
are so sad so tired so
strong. I watched the
muscled arms, the tense
torso, the sprung legs
round angry thighs
breasts pressing forward
held tight all day in
oppressive heavy work
still so sad so sick from
love running until the
lungs burn and cheeks red
panicked late at night
tears and music and then,
"do you know tosca, do you?
you must visit slovenia
you must understand you
must sense this kind of
love to understand why
i took the cigarette and
burned out my own face
why i am wild
why i am crazed
why i am so cruel
why you must hate me
to truly love me
to be my lover now"
i see your pretty body
and short hair with bangs
dark with lighter stripes
"this is me; this is me"
so beautiful all of it
but sad and dangerous
"most creatures under god
are harmless unless frightened,
cornered or sick," i thought.
so lovely so successful
so formidable so brilliant
yet nothing without love?
and a tender embrace
a tender kiss and a walk
to the tram station, 7b
it is a memory of
teeth and bruises
it is a memory of
fire and poison
words over bear
liters of scotch
portions of songs
huddled over tears
in the corner on the
floor all night
mugs of water drunk
poured; a desk, a floor
bruises to hide
coffee brewed and tea
over bread and cheese
grimaces, teeth
firm slaps anger
revulsion, raw bare
passion resonating
to the burning of
Sting all night
the fatigue held in
bones, in flesh,
the sting of hangover
i am not your friend
you are not my friend
not enough time has
passed and why doesn't
this lover just leave
in the morning you
ask me you ask and you
are so sad so tired so
strong. I watched the
muscled arms, the tense
torso, the sprung legs
round angry thighs
breasts pressing forward
held tight all day in
oppressive heavy work
still so sad so sick from
love running until the
lungs burn and cheeks red
panicked late at night
tears and music and then,
"do you know tosca, do you?
you must visit slovenia
you must understand you
must sense this kind of
love to understand why
i took the cigarette and
burned out my own face
why i am wild
why i am crazed
why i am so cruel
why you must hate me
to truly love me
to be my lover now"
i see your pretty body
and short hair with bangs
dark with lighter stripes
"this is me; this is me"
so beautiful all of it
but sad and dangerous
"most creatures under god
are harmless unless frightened,
cornered or sick," i thought.
so lovely so successful
so formidable so brilliant
yet nothing without love?
and a tender embrace
a tender kiss and a walk
to the tram station, 7b
I often view her slim body through my camera.
You desire to touch the glossy skin between her shoulders more than I.
Angry car-eyes reflect. I turn my mirror away from high beams.
You show me your tattoo, the one deep between your thighs,
Its welted black letters like a birthmark.
Your jeans ride low, moving eyes to the crescent belly button ring you wear;
Come fuck me now, it says in obscured welts.
You add that it used to say fear me, but you didn't like the sound of it.
I play light tufts between my fingers.
The morning is yellow through curtains -- your skin glows.
The sheets bite me when I touch the spine.
At the warehouse, lights melt through rings of smoke.
Men in white jumpsuits Spin -- you are coronary.
Club kids freak and touch you;
You take them into the bathroom, unbutton, and show.
And me, some guy you fuck.
My apartment is heavy and clothes are strewn like flowers.
You combine and the heavy apartment collapses upon your backs.
I often view her slim body through my camera.
You desire to touch the glossy skin between her shoulders more than I.
Angry car-eyes reflect. I turn my mirror away from high beams.
You show me your tattoo, the one deep between your thighs,
Its welted black letters like a birthmark.
Your jeans ride low, moving eyes to the crescent belly button ring you wear;
Come fuck me now, it says in obscured welts.
You add that it used to say fear me, but you didn't like the sound of it.
I play light tufts between my fingers.
The morning is yellow through curtains -- your skin glows.
The sheets bite me when I touch the spine.
At the warehouse, lights melt through rings of smoke.
Men in white jumpsuits Spin -- you are coronary.
Club kids freak and touch you;
You take them into the bathroom, unbutton, and show.
And me, some guy you fuck.
My apartment is heavy and clothes are strewn like flowers.
You combine and the heavy apartment collapses upon your backs.