men and women have long necks to bite through
and you never see a long neck studded
in a leather upholstery, rivets along the seams
maybe freckles crowding against the shade of ear or hairline,
but never a tan.
to put your finger hard against the skin would leave your test in red,
not white.
no, men and women have long necks to leave ungaurded
the stretch is too far to patrol, they leave it for public use
to wipe slimey tears from
to straighten after some wind
to have a nice hollow place for their heart to rise into
as it so often makes need to do.
july 20
the right end of a cigar
a scry of tea and cataracts
half the world breaks down at twenty-one
but if you feel like walking
the road keeps going until forty-five
then it breaks down too.
you stare into her cataracts
behind them
it's the broken world, the last of the road
far behind.
you stare into your tea
trying to sleep, you know you're only drinking the smell
and only because you don't know which end of a cigar to put in your mouth.
you stare as you sip
white face wriggling, shadows like craters
and though it was greenly clear when you steeped it
your tea has become as dark as the shadows on your bobbing reflection
and you can't see a thing behind that big white cataract.
july 20, 07
half the world breaks down at twenty-one
but if you feel like walking
the road keeps going until forty-five
then it breaks down too.
you stare into her cataracts
behind them
it's the broken world, the last of the road
far behind.
you stare into your tea
trying to sleep, you know you're only drinking the smell
and only because you don't know which end of a cigar to put in your mouth.
you stare as you sip
white face wriggling, shadows like craters
and though it was greenly clear when you steeped it
your tea has become as dark as the shadows on your bobbing reflection
and you can't see a thing behind that big white cataract.
july 20, 07
simile in four and a half poems
1)
ocean like a woman's thigh
wavelet cellulite
and bruises from the shadows of passing clouds.
but still, a man will look and say,
"how smooth and sensual"
2)
love like the right skipping stone
smooth, circular, and warm.
but good to sling at his head.
3)
white caps like white noise
freudian dream in grayscale
shredded by the wind
cremated
and sprinkled into the heartpulse horizon.
4)
the salt on her lip
turns to foam as she sips
and her feet to sea
wear lace and slip.
4 1/2)
sand like brown sugar
melting on an ankle like
warm milk.
july 2-3, 07
ocean like a woman's thigh
wavelet cellulite
and bruises from the shadows of passing clouds.
but still, a man will look and say,
"how smooth and sensual"
2)
love like the right skipping stone
smooth, circular, and warm.
but good to sling at his head.
3)
white caps like white noise
freudian dream in grayscale
shredded by the wind
cremated
and sprinkled into the heartpulse horizon.
4)
the salt on her lip
turns to foam as she sips
and her feet to sea
wear lace and slip.
4 1/2)
sand like brown sugar
melting on an ankle like
warm milk.
july 2-3, 07
no miracles
do i believe in death?
it happens all the time
it's not a miracle.
no, there are no miracles
even when we need them.
only can and can't
(though i only believe in can).
will is not my business,
not my faith.
in fact, it's probably a miracle anyway.
6-10-07
it happens all the time
it's not a miracle.
no, there are no miracles
even when we need them.
only can and can't
(though i only believe in can).
will is not my business,
not my faith.
in fact, it's probably a miracle anyway.
6-10-07
paradise in june
the air sparks, ignites, blows away
the flat rocks drop and shift into place
someone sits on the porch
with tea, with wisdom, with deep love.
we smile back as we hoe paradise
in june.
6-10-07
the flat rocks drop and shift into place
someone sits on the porch
with tea, with wisdom, with deep love.
we smile back as we hoe paradise
in june.
6-10-07
pulled muscle
i wish our lives held some symbology,
that my muscles pull and cinch
because she needs to die and isn't
instead of because
my backbone needs to stretch and isn't.
june 10ish 2007
that my muscles pull and cinch
because she needs to die and isn't
instead of because
my backbone needs to stretch and isn't.
june 10ish 2007
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