Thursday, April 28, 2011

over heard

Don't look now
giving us a ray of ,
but they already know it
just hope the fuck they
hope and change
the power and the glory
who takes away
that feeling that you just got
don't show it
the sins of the world
are waiting for your heated touch
I will keep my
pushy, violent kids away
from your whiny bitchy ones
I can see where they get it from
ripped off
yeah, I believe that shit
you believe a man's ass is
where you find happiness and I
30 percent off
believe in the Trinity and shit...\
oh...my..god...
you will not fuckin' believe
the donuts they have here..


Monday, April 25, 2011

love is the pits


Let there be light
and music that makes the
ears ring,
then darkened surf, the primal sea,
that tosses we
two in swaying
chains
The temple smell
of incense and cloves
the torrid reek
of perspiration
and libation
conjure the blood
and bodies
make it sacred
grinding in the twisting
throb
your body electric and
light as a a live wire
my hands bruised and
ribs on fire
the cut on your
forehead making love
to my bleeding lips
living on
into our
grinding days.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Knacker


Cart away the feathers of crows and

The red dirt of ruination.

Mix them in an iron bowl

Fresh with the salve of patience.


Stacked in a corner under a low roof

The hides of raw harvesting are

Scrimshawed by the dragon’s tooth.

Outside on poles hard and black with

Cheap ichor, the skeins of

Unused love claw at the wind

And lose their

Scarlet, fade

To pink and then

Whiten

Into ghosts


When every electron turns to light

rendered with all the rest

there will still be a

you

and an all seeing

I

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

to she who has lived
her life for other people
and what they want from her
nuzzling at her purring teat
taking the last cookie from
the jar, the one
she was saving, but not
leaving a damn note,
I give her a voice
to say " I
am tired of being eclipsed
and walking off the
bruises that come from
the stations of the
cross you bitches demand."
and yet they
eat on
not hearing a word until
she pulls
the calloused nipple
and goes to happy hour.