smoke on the water. |
the sun slumps lowdrags the tide down with itand the harbor smells hung over,hurled up, sour, locked out on the stoop.this april just hangs on us;wet laundry draped from the door knob, the morning aft...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 09:45:00 GMT |
you are what you eat. you are dead meat. |
he wish he kissed me by the slaughterhouse.i'd have killed to be the meat bleeding sweetly, snagged between his teeth.i'd have shaken like a lamb, and fallen harder than i ever have.
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 06:35:00 GMT |
caraway. |
i will build the fire from the trees, longhand family recipes,if he irish names the breads bornof this humid heat in me.i will rise with the sun,wet tea towels wrungto swaddle our sourdough,the carawa...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 13:23:00 GMT |
hive. |
i react,sweat in swells, blush red welts,like i've been beaten by the beltof a yellowjacket.she hides her hive inside meand that hum you hear is hers,the numbing drum of a mothers tongue,and i've not ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:14:00 GMT |
basil. |
i wilt,beneath him in the heat,a bunch of basil;i spoil sweetly.on soiled sheets, he leaves meslumped,clothes crumpled, toes curled,limbs too limp to hold on to him.he never leaves me.
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:49:00 GMT |
make the music. |
the kids make the music when the bars shut down,and the shows left town. the bass lines flat lined. the kids bang the beatsskateboard to concrete,beer pan handle, landin' on two feet.their wet ears ca...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 12:37:00 GMT |
rum bum bum bum. |
rubs his red rum beard quick fixin grilled chicken kissin on the dont give em lips in the thin drips of rain ands last callin this carribean listenin to winter winds last lickin cant qui...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
