Funnel clouds |
So it's one time too many. I can barely
glimpse you from the corner of my bloodshot eye as you run.
The landscape falls away, mud and grass rain down like
filthy confetti, and I do not d...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 18:51:00 GMT |
Factors |
buried me under the weather and
got me mixed up right good before
I could even weigh them. Time seems to
have written me off, or else gone dead
like a battery in winter. The taste of ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 22:34:00 GMT |
Listening in the flood |
Such a dream was bound to be abortive,
and filled with false starts;
the crazy alliteration of raindrops that follows.
Such an isolation could not be called reflective,
bound as it is by a grim...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:36:00 GMT |
Ichor |
Solve this:
everything's become denatured.
The sun is red and hostile so I cannot leave the house. I wish
we hadn't got stuck on pensive; everybody knows
it's the ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:17:00 GMT |
Reconnoitering |
The car dies suddenly a mile from the airport
next to a field of barbed wire
Across four lanes of gray traffic the wind
only takes branches off the petrified trees.
I need to lie down, please. ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 23:30:00 GMT |
Throw them to the lions |
is what she said, or rather
what she meant. These doddering and
insincere goodnight kisses
are enough to forestall any inclination
I may have had in that direction,
if nothing else does the t...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
vacation |
I never felt so far away, running down the brittle streets with
one glove off and one on. The furniture's different but you're
conspicuous in your absence. The wrought-iron fence held my
h...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 00:39:00 GMT |
Nightshade |
I tell it like reciting a fairy tale: the steam rising from the water,
your body pale blue and twisting in the underwater light. A
lifetime ago is what I say. I always wake up in a field o...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 23:58:00 GMT |
Nom de Guerre |
Careful: others are approaching. But what more
can be done? I'm duly anesthetized, a blind bird
stuttering forward, dumb to sunrise, sunset
and entombed in a perfect limbo which consists of
th...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 22:46:00 GMT |
Jeremiad |
Let's pretend it's ardor
parceled up and meted out in days,
minutes, unspecified glances. We
crash and come apart at random and
what's left are bottlecaps, cigarette butts, my own
dissolute s...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 23:11:00 GMT |
