Monday, July 30, 2012

All he could be certain of was motivation


All he could be certain of was motivation
that acute fear scratching the interior of his hands.

And she lurched in that car with the door that opened.
Her feet dirty and littered.
They were obviously attached
            in some way.

She yelled over:
            Ask your self a question!

Calm down!
            He said.

He lit a candle and planted it
            on his sternum.
When it got dark she used the flicker to burn
             rubbish off her feet.

There was some heavy petting.
Rubik’s Cubing in the dark.

He said:
             I want to be a drug
smuggler.

She said:
 I want to be a tyrant and
they never saw each other again.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Several days later it was


Several days later it was
reported the story
had a sad ending.
Crowds gathered revealing
strength in connections.

A crystal urn.

A diamond creation.

Flames flickering       unspoken.

Gestures given     took .
 
And the sweat pours off
the sun drenched rubbings.

Always invested yet
never   a handful.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

he bible


the bible
unlike a beach resort
or a particularly skilled
   atmosphere
is black with some
  gold
writing on it
the other book
            green with old paper
  bag jacket

it seems to have brought the war home
            resenting its subordinate
   position
getting on top of the   grind
as return gift one
  re-gifted then
assaulted exposed then-
   then vanishing into
dog eared
   pages
with a wildly long haired
  language



Thursday, July 12, 2012



A secret before dawn goes down by the pool.


A secret before dawn goes down by the pool.
The right hand hiding it’s lips from.
The long journey explains
with some embarrassment.
And people in business began to understand
the advantages.
Down In Kentucky there is a strong man
on a bed of nails.

Here on Myrtle avenue
(they used to call it murder)
there is no promotional shot.
Somewhere there is a black
and white photograph
that matches those kids-
that blast of water
their uncle wrenched open.

Remember that yellow smoke, the sword fights, the rock in my eye,
walking on the great wall.

As a result there are now  a great number of self published feminist magazines
such as: Busts, Moxie, Bitch and Fabula

Screaming in public.
Rolling over with their neighbors.