Category: Uncategorized

abandoned wren’s nest
her off-white eggs speckled
with disappointment…

You can unlove me,
but you can’t uneat my ass.
I hope he tastes me.

However

However far off,
Be sure to look up when down
What you see, I see.

Absence

Absence from my love,
It makes the heart grow fonder
And the mind feral

Death

Death she comes calling
I ignore but she loves me
So she waits idly

1. With respect I gaze
Upon a blanket of stars
Gleaming, calling me

2. Reach inside yourself
Draw the venom from the wound
Find your own way home

3. A discussion of
Seemingly minuscule things
Straw man circling

4. Rock the Trojan horse
Shake the contents, face the fear
The wall will crumble

5. Sacrilegious eye
Falsely righteous dressed as wolf
Hungry for fresh blood

6. Agency in web
The spider does weave its silk
Patient architect

1. Heart Shaped Box

Once handled with care.
For contents were prized treasures.
Silly me, I laugh.

2. Childhood’s end

Childhood’s end looms near.
Not quite adults nor children.
On the cusp, waiting.

3. Postcard

Eagerly await
The arrival of the mail.
I know you are fine.

In the cityscape
the beautiful moon becomes
another street light.

a paranoid thought to a real possibility

open containers—
real vulnerability—
did she poison it?

parallel lives fuse

it took thirty years
so many empty-handed sunsets
i love you

hispanic streets conjuring ghosts

grey clouds mask the sky—
beyond the cemetery—
i dream of lost love

haiku for Chris at the Exchange #1

small-talk bartender
asks me how i am doing—
“all right man, all right.”

the evil one

pat’s cat has one eye—
a bastard born for no one—
now both are complete

I should not picture
you at night awake in bed
asleep or at all

Nervous fingers touch.
Heat rises from toes to cheeks.
Lips press together.

i.
Sunrise lights his belt
Wordlessly, the bed is made
Tucks me in tightly

ii.
I open the door–
Spotless and out of order.
I know you were here.

iii.
Get out of my house.
This is not where you belong.
Not in my life. No.

iv.
You roll up my sleeve
So gently, you watch my face
And we’re both smiling

v.
I’m at the market
You’re working and smile at me
My stomach lurches

vi.
A teacher, a friend
Who will not remember me
As time spins its wheels

vii.
You, an eighth my size,
Soft with a wet and dark nose
You are my best friend.