nooks and crannies

Greasy mouth on a cup of wine
Still flavoring the salt on his upper lip
as cherries run
He could be a she
Could be me
What makes a man
that he is not a girl?
And those eyes, so focused on the
she, the he, talking talking
Stop and be amazed
Or
are you still making plans

You shift and settle
I know I meddle
but I can't stop wondering
Get ready, the explosions are blinding
If I had a million pesos I'd pay the bill
I'd hide just to see
And in my mind
Revelry!

charcuterie

Precipice

If the blues came today
I might maybe say hello


Honest

What are you swinging at
I'm right here


Warning

Until I find my own
I'm just going to rearrange yours

kingfisher

all the eyes are on you
the fingers too
gold chains
and broken teeth
wicked hair that seduces
it's on you
give me back my rat tail
you bastard
just kidding
but that is my rat tail
and stop being so nice
it hurts my feelings
just kidding
we're neighbors
if you want the rat tail
take it

boxer's lament

Honey
I am not afraid of you
go ahead
take a swing
I've already been loved
to death
I dance like a ghost here
background music
for the sight impaired
It'll take a hairier hand
than some sad song
to bring this life
back to breath
Go on
turn on your dime
life is short
and lips divine
I'll blow you dead kisses
as you run scared
somewhere
laugh at the memory
of him
hoping for blood
and finding dead air

tenant

Mmm, I forget that I have neighbors.

Yes.

I forget to say Goodmorning as they walk their dog.

Yes.

I forget that my arms are just arms and my toes add up to ten.

Yes.

I have to make an effort and I forget that is not special.

Yes.

I get lost in the foreplay and never want it to end.

Yes.

I think that standing behind a fig leaf will cover my indecency.

Yes.

I am grateful for black, and yellow and india ink on paper  but my joy makes me greedy.

Yes.

Greed makes me shameful.

yes.

Shame makes me nervous.

yes.

Nervous isn't neighborly.

No, it really isn't.

every body

Everybody is so beautiful tonight
I see you
Pretty air glides past and stares
I face home
because I don't know where else to look
I fall step to step
like clumps of a broken star catching fire
In their golden trail
I don't feel desire
Just the unlucky fate of falling
it's up to me to remember
They don't care but They are terrible in their demands
(so that you will not forget)
Before the flame
They were cold and whole
minding their own
How could this fall so quick
so over
Be their fate?

Dreams are made of this

My panties are wet
and my heart is full of murder