If I could Run Like Rover |
If I Could Run Like Rover Id open my mouth, tongue flapping and grin at the wind. Id curl up and rest my head, drowsy from the dirt and the brown pond with brackish fish. I wouldnt be careful. I...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 06:41:00 GMT |
Today I Will Clean |
Today I Will Clean. Ill run my old Hoover over the floor and pick up the debris of our lives. The nickels will clink up with the stench of spilled Scotch and litterboxunwashed dogs and me. Its pomp...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 03:31:00 GMT |
My Hands |
My HandsSo cold Im scared to touch my skin.The wrinkles are out today, sharp knuckles screeching through.And what could make those wavering nails so blue?Theyre from a corpse, just freshly dead, or ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:18:00 GMT |
Sunrise in Ward 3 East |
Sunrise in Ward 3 EastIt springs up in pinks and a green sheenthat is foundon a fish. The thick glass glaresback, reflecting my bed.I startle to see the blacksilhouettes of thornsand trees. Theyre ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:12:00 GMT |
Rehabilitation |
RehabilitationWe shamble around in our blue-green gownsand gorge, growing like grubs.Were offered sherbet and cheese. Substitutionsfor need: cocaine, booze, vallies and smack.Lined up at the glass, v...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:06:00 GMT |
Kitchen Table |
Kitchen TableIt was, best of all, a surfacefor my battered boxAn old tobacco tin, Italian in origin, that hidmy tiny treasures: blue feather, sparkling marble, wooden car,round nut, smiling cat, a lea...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:05:00 GMT |
Construction Site |
Construction SiteEmpty, half-paved parking lot. Like a prick gone limp.A clear tarp blows taut, a shrill snap in the night.A stray cat scuttles,lost ear-tips pay tribute to frostbite.Come summer,this...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 17:51:00 GMT |
Ars Poetica |
Ars Poeticaits like flying down the giantslideat the state faircotton candy on sticky fingers, breathbloated by corn dogshot air, stale greaseand sweatbut for a moment: the pigtails stream beh...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 17:49:00 GMT |
Discarded Shoe |
Discarded ShoeYour hands were perfectly clean when you saidyou had to leave. I looked down at my own nailsstained with nicotine and understood. You: a thincopy of yourself who refused to meet my gaz...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 15:08:00 GMT |
L’eau de Toilette |
Eau de ToiletteMy smellis the desperate breathof whiskey, half-digestedgarlic bread, soggy lasagna, left overfrom Mondaysblind date.I wore Romance that night.It didnt mix well with my Marlboro Lig...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 05:16:00 GMT |
