My corset forces
the upward rightness in my
cinched stomach and spine
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
dough eyes
always tends to rise
up to greet the warm
gaze of affection
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
i'm back
to back
again
in the same
place at the
different time
same space
abutting mine even
after all this time
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
my skeleton is
made from the stuff
as sensitive teeth:
it can't take
much cold
instead of a shiver,
there is a stiffening
freeze, and
cavities make them
slip from their folds
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I **** like a fairy
on funghi:
If a fun guy could happen
to *** by briny waves
ridden turned wastewater
that only perverts could swallow,
and turn rough like a flagellant
Beating against being submerged,
with wings going like mad, and hurt
charting pain like a map on the
body as it lay gasping, oars
grasping for dry land.
My luck lies fairly
on the one guy
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
I've heard
words
that herd
words:
a shepherd's dog and
his sheep--
"I love you"
corrals an
"I love you too"
with a few frantic barks,
and fast feet
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I lost a will:
to write,
to life
it's gone like
an unimportant
memory
misplaced
or erased?
what made
a clean slate?
brain bleached like
whites in laundry
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Music is the incunabula
-the first traces- of poetry
an attempt to put the sound into word,
not in the lyrical sense: some set rhythm and
rhyme and words, no,
in a biblical sense
in the shape and form:
in a transcription of
minor and major lifts
and dips
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Afterwords, I stuff
myself back
within myself--
pleated coils bending
like knees,
with ease,
like they've been on
tippy toes too long--
A too flexible and
overly sensitive
jack in a box:
One whose chest gets too
excited at the turn
of a handlefull of gears
until the lid
pops off
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
Poetry in translation
is a shower in
another home.
This shower is
not my own-
it is not
familiar and
may have a different
structure.
There
may be a difference
in tub size or water
pressure, or in finicky
temperatures, however:
the water is water,
the knobs twist,
it turns hot or cold.
Foreign words form
and provide the same
function as native words
when you learn things like:
agua is water is eau, and
frio is cold is froid.
Language is a
pantomime of itself,
it mimics itself.
There is a likeness
akin to sameness.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC