Tuesday, June 28, 2011

you should get some sleep

go through
I’m pacing    slowly
so 
slow
ly
eyes

wide
cannot 
shut
in black 
ness
that keeps
me 
quiet
going   through
so slowwly
i cannnot   see
it  ‘s  heavvy
bones
yell at
me
“stop moving”
shhhhhut up.
seizure
fit
masquerade
it
bite your 
pillow
and keep  
quiet

Sunday, June 26, 2011

california roll

earth shakes mirrors sway
cannot catch my reflection
see you look away

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

d ance street

Heaven 
I'm in heaven 
help me..bitch
And the cares 
That hung around me 
Through the week 
Hooleyhoo, thank you!
Seem to vanish 
Like a gamblers 
Lucky streak 
It’s Joe! Hey Joe! It’s Trea!  Can you see me?
When we're out together 
Dancing cheek to cheek 
Yay Joe! 

Stand in the light!

It’s Trea, Joe!
Dance with me 
ilostmymyjobIhavetenkids
I want my arm about you 
Ididn’tdestroymymotherdontlookatme!
That charm about you 
fuckingundercoverfaggot
Will carry me through to 
achoo!
Heaven

it's the fever talking

I’m swollen
big boobs
big ass
big belly
thighs made of jelly
homemade clementine tangerine jam
spread thick and quick on the leg of a lamb
sacrificed at dawn at the foot of my bed
in ecstacy of death 
his eyes rolled back into his head
I’m sweating
wet hair
wet pussy
wet mouth
skin made of the south
warm sugar simmering into mass
cooled into shape and broken like glass
gluttons don’t mind the shards
thought it was forever
it was only yards
I’m blushing
red tongue
red breathe
red lips
can’t help the sway of my hips
wide eyed and weightless
stung and itching for bliss
tethered with a rope
made of feathers on fire
all heat and no hope


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

true stories

I’m dreaming
of mixmaster highways
he crumpled a piece of paper and let the wind carry it out
flying over the highest bridge
I watched and climbed out the window 
fuck him I don’t believe in the devil
of drowned cities
jumping impossibly from rooftop to rooftop
it was the most fun
I tried to feel sorry
secretly happy
even as the wave came 
and took out my favorite 
of planes crashing into icebergs
empty but for blue carpet
tan walls
white ice falling onto the ocean
with whales and wolves
leaping like dolphins
I knew it was the end
I could have stayed there forever

of towers crumbling over me 
ground falling up as I hang on in a red London bus
Keanu Reeves in Calvin Klein
painted on the tallest building
I prayed it would stay up
even as I died
he was so beautiful
the inside of god’s mouth 
looks like a chapel carved out of mud

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

the communicator

This is hard
this is fucking stupid
stupid fucking words

Essex and Delancy

Don’t let the crowd push you around
my dear my darling one
don’t let your head move from my shoulder
my love
my dove
I wear the day on my back
waiting to meet you
waiting for soft eyes
and whispering sighs

I only hold you
on the way home 

haiku'd #2

Sanctimonious
takes care of the first line, fine.
I feel full of it.

Friday, June 3, 2011

haiku'd

Outcome doesn’t look-
screw you stupid 8 ball! Guess
my Lucky number.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Rumble

started out small
with the old man swallowed in his  baseball hat
obviously talking out of his ass
couldn’t blame her when she planted her snow white flats
squared her hips and 
schooled him in a whip lash
watch out sister!
his lady tiny and mighty
quiet as a sleeping bear
just woke up to find her husband cub
flailing close to wailing
his defeat
syllables that stretch the ear in
between a semi and a wet towel
start curling out of her mouth
a low crumbling of vowels
to the snapping shriek of howls
thats when she sat next to me
my sister
not giving a shit about my lit cigarette
or that i just work here
back up
plain and simple

gave her what i could 
solidarity in not moving or inching away
even as her passion rose up
like gas on trash
could tell she didn’t know
what  she was saying
all the warriors started to look confused
but she trusted it would get the job done
shut them the hell up.
She bounded off the bench
pointing pointing so much pointing! to the apartment door
Is one of them a landlord?
has a delinquent child?
forgot to recycle?
(no they don’t recycle here)
Fire breathing mama! 
That’s right bitches! (sorry ma’m)
You just got the beat down, clown!
hips in over drive now as she struts off 
a few last turns to point      markedly
“I know. Oh I KNOW, what’s really going on here.
Sonofabitch!
Ruin my day ...   think you can tell me ...
I know what I know ... curses and demons on MY head?!
I ain’t afraid of your pussy demons ... OR your limp dick curses ...”
into the morning, until it was quiet at last.
Pretty certain that’s how it went.  I can’t be sure.  I don’t speak Chinese.

Snuck up

it came whirling gently up my skirt
nausea  sweat  pinched eyes
all fell back into a natural stance
as easy as breathing
used to be

when i noticed the calm
it placed a fat hand warm on my belly
toasted stars filled my eyes
breathing deeper but not easy 
just the same  
the more

making my neck work to diligence 
my head larger full of magic air
it curled each breast
settling there reattaching them 
kissing the skin new
it was not made for me 
i had no place at its birth
but it chose me all 
the same
all the more
inching up my throat
slipping past my lip 
echoing truth under my tongue
to reach my ears
it let go 


to cradle my heart 
so that i might rest