28 January 2014 § 1 Comment
this is an old poem, written a few months ago. it could be considered mildly disturbing. i’m sharing it now to try to break the dry spell. hopefully, i’ll be posting new works soon.
Even in deepest sleep
Your eyelashes are
The bristles on the backs of flies,
To sense the slightest touch
And whisk you away.
I want them, to excise them slowly
With tweezers so rusted,
They creep shut
And dust your lids with orange.
To pull them out-
Like teeth from rotting flesh-
Dead roots from muddy earth,
The slurps and squelches
I would build a structure
Of wishes out of them,
A scaffolding stuck together
With the salt I found
Hydrated on your cheeks.
When I have cried you dry
And the wind follows flies
And sends your lashes off one by one,
I will count them as they go.
Counting on one (middle) finger
Where I hope you’ll end.
10 June 2013 § 1 Comment
I swore this ember would be my last,
My mantra of the most recent while.
I have lighters for digits
With flint fingertips carved by your words.
My veins are filled with ethanol
One fire sparks the other,
One fire sparks another.
I met you when I was a child in woman’s skin,
Playing dress up with my own appendages.
You settled me in to your sashay,
Taught me to be a puppet without strings,
Rocked me while moving my lips to speak your moans.
I sewed you clothes and spun thread out from my lips.
You called me a spider, but I was building you a home
While you were teaching me to remember your hands,
Knives used to etched out my fingernails.
I saw silk ashes two months ago, little piles of fine gray dust,
And found you setting embers to the foundations of our home.
I skittered away, because
You taught me how to move
But were no longer showing me where to go.
The smell of smoke reminds me of you.
Each day I spark up a small memory,
Trying to chip off the flint memoirs you have given.
I hope to char myself deeply enough
To never spin silk again.
23 April 2013 § 1 Comment
I am a skeleton,
calcified and chalk white,
dressing my bones like wounds.
You will find me leaning on street poles
In war zones, airplanes overhead beating out
I am both vanquished
Simultaneously held up,
Yet becoming one with the support structures bearing your groans.
I know every language
Or a semblance of them.
They whistle, how they whistle through my ribs like bullets
And take lodging in place of my lungs.
I wheeze out salt particle words,
Meant to flavor but ignored and sent
To mingle with your rationed sawdust,
I am tired like a sinner
Who has worked too much magic.
My fingers cramp and ache.
Pent up frustrations
Form phosphorous to line
The crevices of my nail beds.
We send sparks to traverse the canyon walls,
Wearing out gun bays on your wings.
One day I will miss and light myself on fire,
a pyre tribute,
And my bones will give you new sawdust
With which to paint the sky.
19 April 2013 § 2 Comments
Today I drive
Fast enough to make
The air a vacuum
Or ghost fingers reach down to
Steal breath. I thought
The radio would be just what I needed,
But someone is pressing
Pressing the accelerator,
Thieving sound and
All I’ve heard is the rush
Of my own ears. I find myself
Taking a razor to each individual
Hair tangling with the wind.
I will feed the cyclones
Each slice a small tribute.
When I am
Cold, bald and smooth,
I will give you all these tokens
Of my former self.
19 March 2013 § Leave a comment
She said she found her calling stronger
Dancing on attic rafters.
I asked, once, who would catch her
While she conducted pirouettes
On the top branches of the felled pine in my backyard.
Harnessing nothing but wind
To court my advances and framings.
Once, we’d talked about
Flying or reaching heights together.
I wanted nothing more than to see her soar higher.
When things went south, I took an ax
And brought branches within grasp.
And said nothing could be a gift when it took away life.
A pointed look at the pastor.
He would shuffle uncomfortably,
His spirituality stealing with an awkward lack of grace
The side-steps you mastered with ease.
Nothing was easy after that.
Today, I ride the bus alone
To a job selected solely for its ability
To steal my creativity.
I have put my wand away and I conduct no movements
Since you were whirled beyond reach.
Each day I return home
To treads in the attic dust,
I find your threads on rafters
And hang them in the front yard for the wind to tangle.
20 February 2013 § Leave a comment
When you potted light
The dying and wilted red fern on my back porch,
You told me it would grow strong
And fight shadows out of my corners like
Dragons out of caves.
You told me to
Let it wear the weather
Like a cloak and said
A glimmer of sun would always bring it
Back to life after the rain.
I asked where the roots and
Stems and leaves and
Birds singing in the branches were,
But you smiled,
Said they’d show up one day.
For years it stayed,
Growing stalwartly through the changing seasons.
I cleaned out snow drifts and autumn leaf bits
And exercised the fledgling tendrils of sun
By letting them weave dances around my fingers.
I was singing the other day,
When you appeared, hand outstretched.
I returned your planter with a smile,
Light pouring through the cracks in my teeth.
14 February 2013 § Leave a comment
The humid air let you
Carve figurines out of the heat.
You always did like to mold,
To form and bend and shape and
Until you were the haze blurring out my windshield,
Trying to wave edges like the summer sun.
Water will ghost-whisper your name, talking
Through the flashes of white from street-lamps and
Through static in my ear from using headphones in the rain.
The fleeting reflection of headlights on wet pavement,
Dances ahead, skirting the branches of trees
And courting the cracks of lawn between bushes.
I read the tapping silhouette of your body beside mine
a Morse transience like
The flashes of red reflectors
“You drive on the wrong side of the interstate.”
You have always carved safe havens out of danger.
So drown your engines down
Down below the water and I will follow you in.
Keep your fists clenched and white
As you pull me under,
and I will follow you in.
When humidity crashes like waves,
You are the space and I am the haven.
I am the space and you are the haven.