February192014
Kissed my swollen lips awake
His midnight snack
Found the parts of him that ache
And took them back
Wrapped his hand around my side
And made it small
Crawling like a blinded bride
His eyeless doll

Kissed my swollen lips awake

His midnight snack

Found the parts of him that ache

And took them back


Wrapped his hand around my side

And made it small

Crawling like a blinded bride

His eyeless doll

June82012
The wet from the wood boards seeps through my socks,
Clutching to my skin,
The silent bellow of buried men,
Rumbles from the belly of the earth.
Churning in the pot of a woman’s hearth,
Beneath the placid waters.The wind whisks my hair in a gentle warning
And the men lap back in a violent reply
Cradled in midnight’s coat they cry,
And so I stay and rock-a-bye their worries to bay.
Making my hands tender,
To lay upon their heads,
Whispering no helpful words to keep them in their beds.
A chorus of slumbered hush rings out,
And for the time eases the ache,
And while for now they all keep still,
I, for one, am still wide awake.

The wet from the wood boards seeps through my socks,

Clutching to my skin,

The silent bellow of buried men,

Rumbles from the belly of the earth.

Churning in the pot of a woman’s hearth,

Beneath the placid waters.

The wind whisks my hair in a gentle warning

And the men lap back in a violent reply

Cradled in midnight’s coat they cry,

And so I stay and rock-a-bye their worries to bay.

Making my hands tender,

To lay upon their heads,

Whispering no helpful words to keep them in their beds.

A chorus of slumbered hush rings out,

And for the time eases the ache,

And while for now they all keep still,

I, for one, am still wide awake.

March122011
We settled on a stale breeze,
Bare trees,
Weak knees,
With the breath of the seas coating our eyes,
Now sunk in cracked and cold replies,
Clenching the edge of each surprise,
That wouldn’t even console a child,
After all the trouble riled.
Your chest was barren,
Your tongue had tried,
Your hands lay cozy at your side,
And mine fell to the floor,
Coughing up confetti catching air between the door,
Spilling petty tête-à-tête to keep some sweet rapport.

We settled on a stale breeze,

Bare trees,

Weak knees,

With the breath of the seas coating our eyes,

Now sunk in cracked and cold replies,

Clenching the edge of each surprise,

That wouldn’t even console a child,

After all the trouble riled.

Your chest was barren,

Your tongue had tried,

Your hands lay cozy at your side,

And mine fell to the floor,

Coughing up confetti catching air between the door,

Spilling petty tête-à-tête to keep some sweet rapport.

February22011
At the ninth floor the air had caramelized,
It dripped down my shoulders, elbows, nails,
Into dusty hallway vales,
And trickled to the charcoal floor,
Ten feet from the door,
Ten feet from the only one,
For my knees to crumble and my
hands undone just being in the same room,
Now chiseled down to a halfhearted whisper,
That could be mistaken for the hiss of perfume,
For my limbs and for my sake,
The heavy air had begged me to break,
And then the door had opened.

At the ninth floor the air had caramelized,

It dripped down my shoulders, elbows, nails,

Into dusty hallway vales,

And trickled to the charcoal floor,

Ten feet from the door,

Ten feet from the only one,

For my knees to crumble and my

hands undone just being in the same room,

Now chiseled down to a halfhearted whisper,

That could be mistaken for the hiss of perfume,

For my limbs and for my sake,

The heavy air had begged me to break,

And then the door had opened.

January312011
At that my throat had locked,
The soft light was still till my senses flocked,
His stare made a searing brand in my eyes that read to me,
8 o’ clock.
Eternally 8 o’ clock.

At that my throat had locked,

The soft light was still till my senses flocked,

His stare made a searing brand in my eyes that read to me,

8 o’ clock.

Eternally 8 o’ clock.

January252011

His whisper swept down like a hand that had dived from goose

feather clouds,

Lifting me up toward a gliding sail that was vowed to my face

from a fragile male,

Who was laden with picket-fence pride, green-eyed, where once

there were smoldering tears they had dried,

He picked out the sun and the moon from the sky,

And held them together to make me shrine,

His hands, five miles stretched out to mine,

Pouring his bounds on the finishing line.

January192011

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The stale air punctured with pool lights and invites of

weekend drifters rustling in their middle age,

Eyes lacquered, suspended in dark, and the crumbs of our

adolescence rooted on the page,

Painting your smile with liqueur, bought with crumpled money,

Dripping music like honey, to run and swell in the cracks,

Whispers of the time before us breathing on our backs.

Red bled on our skin,

And the walls began to thin,

Turning to dust passing under our chin,

Crowning our men on a canvas pin.

January52011
By the sad Las Vegas eyes,
A kitschy dress, a sour guise,
Her baby skin withered, in midst of her highs,
I wouldn’t forgive her, so much as she tries.
She etched her plans on her leather-stitched hands,
And dug her own grave in the desert sands,
And I wouldn’t forgive her, so much as she stands.

By the sad Las Vegas eyes,

A kitschy dress, a sour guise,

Her baby skin withered, in midst of her highs,

I wouldn’t forgive her, so much as she tries.

She etched her plans on her leather-stitched hands,

And dug her own grave in the desert sands,

And I wouldn’t forgive her, so much as she stands.

December202010
The sun seeped in through the blinds,
Streaming across his hair and chest and pillow like warm milk,
Cradling his skin in the silk.
And though he bestowed all his teeth to gnaw at bones,
And though he gave his butterscotch to be burned,
And have not love,
I was enveloped in his ilk.

The sun seeped in through the blinds,

Streaming across his hair and chest and pillow like warm milk,

Cradling his skin in the silk.

And though he bestowed all his teeth to gnaw at bones,

And though he gave his butterscotch to be burned,

And have not love,

I was enveloped in his ilk.

November292010
You kissed a belly and it blackened.
With candied lips. On ephemeral trips.
You kissed it again with cushioned laughter.
And slept soundly beside it.
And every night after.

You kissed a belly and it blackened.

With candied lips. On ephemeral trips.

You kissed it again with cushioned laughter.

And slept soundly beside it.

And every night after.

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