Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Touching the Hem of Ginsberg's Coat

Listening to you read to the great gods
digitalis, iPod, DDR
I realized I missed you
dripping coffee in my
honey-pot
reminding me that tracks marks
lead somewhere
and ten years is more than
roads untraveled
lives unlived.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

All The People

Culminate the possibilities
that life is more than a succession
of small successions
And I, you, me, he, she
might just be then
flesh and bone
taste and sound

dirt and sky.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Prude

I wasn't okay when you tangoed
in the horizontal direction
with a powderless
moth

So I told you
poured my heart out in a
glass Smuckers jar

let you take a sip to linger
with cold Chinese and
alcoholed decisions

but she told me that two
was not a lucky number

and I wrapped myself in closer

hid the piece I gave you
that I thought you kept

dropped on the floor
of youthful indulgence and
reputation

gathered in hands still shaking
with weathered
disappointment.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Smoking Hot

Are your lungs
as you light their way
down a carcinogen lit path
to the revolving door of the
city morgue

And I feel bad

I really do

About constantly reminding you
in quiet comments and angry rants

But sometimes I feel if I had
put out a torch or
jammed the door

I might have you a little
longer

I might see you
a little more

I might know you
a little better

far beyond my own sadness
failed attempts
ashy wishes

beyond reality
heaped in piles
at your feet.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Mango Lemonade

You look good

soft and sweet
dripping nature's honey
down my lips
like a Snapple infomercial
on pollination

but how you sting

made me think that maybe
you weren't finely ground
industrial glass

shimmering to the touch
but sharp as hell

and can I blame you?

You are what you are

smiling in my fingertips
but tart on my
tongue.


Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Broken Record

Menthol state of mind
hidden behind a cardboard
fortress of papertude
day-dreaming about
day-dreaming
missing the sound of
clicking keys
squeaky tires
feminine laughter

three plus years later
and play it again, Sam
I never tire of remembering
the remembering of
you.