Poetry

The Virgin held the shroud to her womb and the peace it brought her Fraught her distraught mind into a state of alpha an eerie un Canny confluence with her pains and passions with the cosmic Mirror microclimatologique refraction a relique of a bleeding heart Philointerloper of her introspective lust and there began again And then her doleful seduction an ...

Because of your flickering blue breath heard through wildness Winds winnowing grains of white salt I will sit in the dark quiet Quite quiescent in the non-light a half-life for my quittance Quickening the pace of summer into the season of monsoons so Soon before we know it I have slept through my ordeal of ord Ordinal non-life and you ...

The task at hand is to take that old linen dress Pressed creased by its own weight yellowed brittled Riddled with cifers of diss-use then unfold it carefully Caringly most cautioussly not to break to crack to shatter Shuddering in the sudden caress of daylight crumbling yes Desperately pulverulenting to dust in vulnerable places Laces of silk still strikingly lovely to ...

In the hollowed ground of my incertitude the lewd Lute solute dissolute heart of a most charitable lass Alas my offbeat paltry innocence he tossed careless Less of a care his incessant mating call his oh-oh- Oh like the bark of a whiskery sealeon his sauce Tossed numerously dime-a-dozen nickel-and-dime to sprat To catch a mackarela and me my tawdry me ...

And yet I am persistent in my folly for what am I By and by a stripling a puerile chink upon a rock Mocked of such naivete a novice of heartbreak broken Breaking beckoning love in all the wrong places all the wrong Phases fazed by the reality illusion of more experienced Expedient fellow travelers whose hearts have stripped Ripped stitched ...

Oh how I wish to drift away from you my dear Clearly dearly through your fiber-optic hi-speed lens Sensibly so sleepy in your little comfort cot drift Lifting you and me along to dreamy world find Mindless selfless soulless sleeping pleasure of you Your lovely legs and oh so cute those toes you are Are you not my milky oolong tea ...

It is getting too difficult to breathe again bloody difficult lift Shift shit that weight upon my chest the pain stabs me deep Sleep made weary like the root of some tenacious weed this Pissy little fucking sucker on my breast is spreading seething Splitting into my flesh and ribs what are you have you awaken Shaken by the throb-throb ...

It is difficult to ascertain whether she anticipates her return Retour her recoup to the life that brought some happiness Nestled nested in profound loneliness aloneness lonesome Summers of difficulty breathing from too many tears of years Peers she gazes preponderances at yet another uncertain future Futile too few signs too sparse the beating of her blood to see She is ...

The oil smelled lightly of chamomile in your cupped hand a tinge of coconut butter Slither and softer on my naked belly there I lead your hand to touch to rub gently Carefully start slow where I lie where I can see your face your naked chest calmly Firmly round and round to calm my stomach and my ...

Because you woman clutch your prayer beads you woman cast your spells Tells me you woman wherever you go whichever you eat whenever you wake Stake the hearts of your people in your breasts the pintados the indios the Imagenes repulsivas the latin runs in your veins the friar’s ashes in your bones Tomes of castellano taint your primitive ...

If I stay away from you for several ways or seven weeks and I let you call upon me Maybe write to me so you will feel my absence more strongly longly for the body Behind the voice so thine mind endure to conjure my face frought from memories Mementos metaphors the melange of things you took for ...

She clasped her hands together like in prayer as she looked upon his face Fabulous faceted vision before her a pallor of white in some places tanned Tangentially to the setting sun and more like the carapace of a red king crab Stubbled of white and some black but mostly white as such long ghostly Ghastly hair molting melting ...

The lines are drawn freely but not too carefully with certainty Certainly free to follow the form and not digress with the flow Showing the path the way the map to the peace that you seek Seeking the light and tracing over with darkness flowing soaking So nice isn’t it so cool to the skin where the lines are ...

The heart opened at midnight and I stood under its phallic tip deep Steeped in the ecstasy of the pearl that customarily falls from its core Whore am I who but a whore-wife waiting for the he-pearl to uncurl Unpearl into this seared mouth but alas there is no pearl but a gush a Rush of blood red rich ...

Will you still love me when I’m dead oh press your lips on my cold Lolled cheek chankered and cankered by cankersores but kiss Please liplick this mortified face facing the lamplight morgue Lord will that ever make my soul jump with joy my eyes pop with Heathen delight and my blood in the bath tremble curdle crack Crease my ...

The sun shone upon her and warmed her as she ate the day’s ration A portion of fish and beans and some rice to calm her nervous stomach Stoic impressively so but her heart and her breathing clumsy in clogs Clogging the blood to her brain as she waited from morning till noon Looning soon in the hunger of ...

No ghosts last night none of those anxiety ghosts like the ones I saw Sawing black figures on the cctv the other night pawing each other Bothered me no end but last night was clear as daylight and the bed felt Left none of them behind not a scent or a fingernail but just smooth sheets Feets spread knees ...

And so the blood of my coming of age of adages of an age of decades Oh! ages since my first ripe rite of spring has dulled the lull of love’s Sickness this slickness of loveless lorn for in betweenness in be Tweening and weaning me of bets of second bets and second bests But best to bet none ...

She observed him from a distance the man the Impossible Man Named and made so after her own subversion of her hereafter After her conversion into heresy this heterodoxy of contentment Mendicanting thereafter for such vile and simple pleasures of Flesh fleasures as much as such as may be gazed through the haze Brazen and dazed were his signals through ...

Hang the fish fiddly by the tail my friend by the window Winnowing in the wind of the carbon winter winding fast Fasten fast as the dust and the dirt and the smoke of hell Helpless yelpless hapless yet happy perhaps perchance Chances of a pearl in the gutter rather unlikely like a gutted Guttural trall of tonnages of metal ...

It was a non-sleep an un-sleep a pseudo-sleep replete with Witholdings of a heart trapped in the trappings of a trappist Pistolero my old man who thought what thought thought Thoroughly roughly laughably languished guised as lovely love Loverly louvered for the ghost of that hostaged agedly leening Lynching the wind wickedly with his whistling sling lingering Malingering ringing in my ...

Well I just had to show you my new dress I put it on and how lovely Laughly the deep blue hue speckled with hundreds of white blooms Bloomy little flowers here and there buttons up and down the front Frockled legs and thighs are showing slipping peeking picking those Showy little flowers wet in the drizzle wispy in ...

She scratched her nails littlely bitterly Bit them with the focus of a violin maker Marked the edges of thumbs with deep Depressive presses with her soft fingers Finicky with biting skins on sorest edges Gestily grinding cold teeth to raw skins Sknip a synapse in her brain with seething Teething damned jealously lousy strut Trummed like the strings of an old harpy Pray ...

Well now that she’s gone you somehow get to notice. Funny that. You somehow get to see. She’s got lips don’t she? Now that she’s gone. You say she’s got that Balinese smile. You really want to kiss those lips. But just now that she’s gone. Funny how she’s got eyes. She never had them before. You never saw her ...

The body curved rising from the haze. Like a ravine, tenuous, light. She tapped barefoot on the ground. Set the pace, rhythm, cadence. It was slow starting and rising. It was tense, nervous, surrender. But the heat of the midday calmed her. Sweat flowed, curved, cooled. Their eyes met for a moment. She lifted the hem of her dress. The ...