Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Gavage

She keeps my liver
full, as winter spreads its thick
black braids of mucous.

Monday, September 24, 2007

It all looks neon to me.

Colors of Asia
in her blisters--An osprey
alights on my chest.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

After Billions of Years, It's Time You stop

Corked up genitals,
DNA growls, determined:
you ain't getting out.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

so let's go to the opera

Birth, sex, death, eating?
They're all just more bumpy rides
in a salty sac.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Paper Trail

We bought what we still
think ain't real - new breasts and them
landing on the moon.

otto:

"they call them fingers
but I've never seen them fing--
oh wait there they go..."

Oh, I'm very, very thin

Desperate, I try
a Chinese slimming secret.
I'm still desperate.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Culminate

Percentages that
eat one inch per hour of
flesh: I eat you, too.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Metamorphosis

Bodies running low
on RAM: making dust into
man can't really happen.

...

We breathed dead people:
Did we gain magic powers?
No, emphysema.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Please Cheer Up In The Face Of Any and All Setbacks Forever

Sure, chunks of life will
first define you, but later
they'll just be dumb words.

I can't feel you!

Our lives unraveled,
we wrap our free cords around
knobby trees, loose bark.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

...

Bleeding horizon,
captioned earth. God on the screen
in Times Square, laughing.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

The Snake and The Salamander

As one hand reaching,
babies squirt out with a pop,
stronger at each birth.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Responsibility

Cancelled bone marrow
left over an old dispute
in the kitchen sink.

Tubs

Bowls where we ate you,
succulent conservative;
bad indigestion.

En route to the Orient

Despite modern signs --
a leaking of mammaries,
milk wagons pulled still.

Mute testimonies to the ravages of war

Victory tower
sees only desolation,
premature motion.

Clear Mountain Air

We fight with fake swords
and conceal our women.
Beckon the llamas.

Lost Enzyme

Somewhere on the path
of evolution, between
rabbits and man: tolls.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Migrate

Herds of buffalo
lope across your mammary
'lands, lapping up milk.