Art and Feathers

A kiss for all the
castrated potential; el
pollo mas bueno.

And

Now the poem pulls
its pistil on me, like an
arrogant flower.

The Season Starts to Strip

Nature squats, rolling
her drenched breasts from hand to hand,
soft billiard balls.

Need Attention?

Ride down the slalom,
teeth bared and hands gesturing
for help you don't need.

Because What Else Can Yo do?

Blood orange opens
the filing cabinet,
finds you waiting there.

He's naked on us

For a damp leather
and what's contained, thought's shallow
reign - it's clothes enough.

IBS

The hum of old things
in your belly, like Jacob
Marley's ham sandwich.

Bitters, laced

Slipped in stockings, down
and cotton, you mummified
what? I dentured you.

against your simmering throat

happy to be here
and sad, amongst the thrush necks
pulsing low, weeping.

I will die, but there is always

the cycle of life:
birth, debt, kissing you. I sprayed
lysol on your lips.

Turning one hundred

It is what it is
and it is too many for
the number 40.

simmer to boil

Experience bleedsLanguages secrete

Ideas. Events want toEvents. Ideas want to

be said, repeated.

Parts of Nobody

Halving the words hung
on tongues, hooded and gagged 'neath
a blundering lip.

...

Cancer claimed his eyes.
They were surgically removed.
Cancer is a doctor.

Recipe For Hummus

Two cans chick peas, one
cup tahini; lemon juice,
garlic, cumin. Dill?

The Virgin Middle East

The adventurer
seeks for eons, then nets her
fucking like fruit. Whore.

Two Teratomas

Ovaries, testes:
two tumors find each other.
Love, replicate, die.

Love

Spacetime drags around
me in the direction of
your long rotation.

Sacrament

When breaking bread with
the Lord, I so hanker for a
pastrami on rye.

Snowed-In Eyes, Sadness Lingers

Thin Russian forehead,
A tit bigger than my fists,
4 broken knuckles.

The Law

You don't exist, you
aren't really alive, 'til you've
been served papers, sued.

Commitment

When your legs give out,
I will replace them with old
bent wire hangers.

Stumbling Forward

Wireless and huge,
the connection dreams of you --
plots to import you.

Canopy

Lathes and breasts; the shape
of my skin skinned taut above
the pine-forest floor.

The Scoop

The mob is jealous
because I am the concrete
dried up to my knees.

Untitled

Who's to win, with the
Delicatessens of our
Love, slicing us thin?

Self Confit

On a bed of plums
We ate ev'ry part of the
Beast, even her tears.

Hell

We emerge frightful
and deserving, with old plans
to build new gardens.

Oh oh oh, I love you, I really do

I hand you a gun.
You aim it at my mother.
We discuss taxes.

ether

Underwear hung from
one finger, you just listen.
Like it's a seashell.

home cooking

Today the rain tastes
like broccoli, broccoli
like rain -- and I eat.

draft-dodging

penetration, please
save me from this holy war;
rich pink suicide.

....

though these thoughts are not
true, i still have to say them
or they will be true

above her silly head

a halo just thin
and flexible enough to
butterfly a trout.

there are lines running down every chest

in August's heat, still
the dead show more skin than me;
a cute black number.

they bicker

compartmentalized,
my past exchanges motives
with the present tense

the river comes whether you are a fish or a beaver

there's a familiar
feeling inside me stirring:
it boils, it plans

...

With plate-glass windows
severing your every
move, drunk on autumn.

moon cycle

The waning gibbous
breaks the sound barrier, breaks
the table in two