i want to rip my muscles
upon some worthwhile thing
anything-- give me canvas,
steel, pen, give me the scaffolds
of this rotten world, the hammer
the nail, the blowtorch.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
Spare a thought for the drowned world
axis spinning raucous, thrashing for air
in garbage water, in bad dreams
a plague of visions. no oracle sleeps.
Where do you sleep, brother of my sin,
arm of the father that beats this mother
earth and can't remember her name? My name
is as dead as the earth, stuck somewhere
in the impenetrable afterlife of the Atlantic-
wet stomach groaning shale,
rotten bicycles coughed onto the shore
of this new world of fog & lightning.
We will not be greeted as gods again
ours is the weight of dead bees,
a waste of April.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
The flu has pushed the shoppers
away from this litter of bananas
coaxing my tongue for better health.
Strange things play in the air
between the cashier and the customer
wringing alcohol on her hands.
From Kentucky to New York,
we've come to dress like surgeons
and fear the bad blood of a handshake
or dollar bill. I grab my things as night grows
outside the automatic doors. Under the rinsers
& harsh light of the produce aisle,
a truth dies and a myth takes its name.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Black foam, our drinking bread,
Walk troubled, we do, hearts sloshing
In tighter and tighter chests. Bray, bark,
a howling of directions and orders--
too many open mouths, too much
of the whip. When will we be released?
They say well past midnight, beyond the sleep of masses, ghosts above the garden
eating weeds.
We cannot touch.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
a valley, a valley
for my sleep, inward embracing
a holy moment of silence before
ascents, questions, anxious wing
of a moth, an animal in famine,
the goat that travels the brink
Fall. Rise. Whatever comes first
his brother follows, the sister frowns
behind the veil, aslee,
Asleep.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
it won't do, won't be
my song until the words are
gone, stripped of the obscene
leaving only the **** soul,
funked up and gunning out
for the road, reminding the hairs
on our necks and arms of
ancient sensations, long missed--
the long kiss, the thrill of undoing,
stomping grounds so trodden the
fresh pavement tries to forget my feet
i will never forget the honeysuckle &
stuck air, the secret paths that gave me
thin red trails like veins in my young arms
outrunning the cops, yelling at the moon
ah, the a/c is our holy spirit
chilling every atom siphoned off
to our skin, our houses of flesh
soaking anything that matters inside
our rocky pores, cragged from age
& the hot dragging whip of summer,
the earth's work camp, the whole city.
© 2019
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
kaleidolon the hisser
pink
ragged rose
above an empty jar--
his hair broke like glass
i keep a faucet of his
hisser
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
the bloom dawdles and yawns,
cracking a taste of purple
on my waterfat thigh.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
you are among the greats
the grand
the unholy giants
their feet stamp the earth
to fine dust their hands
****** our insides you
take what is not given
it is taken from the beginning.
what is left i don’t know
maybe regretting the hatred’s
spew, the battered women,
many half-eaten teeth
ground to their cores in fits
of anxiety, depression,
upped drug prices i am
sure of your devices
i am sure of your ends.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
i'm a southern boy
with a southern mind
southern lips
southern eyes
i'm a southern man
he who buys
southern hips
with southern lies
down south heat
baked bone lives
downtown crooks
with softer knives
the hippest kids
some Memphis folk
hot fried eggs
bowls and tokes
on down yonder
up o'er dere
cast-iron fingers
rusted hair
it rocks my pocket
and shakes my knee
t'see cat on the corner
and a dog in the street
but that's hard cash
and a filthy life
here in *****
here in strife
twangy me
twangy wimp
simple *******
you're a lil' limp
lame in the legs
fast in mind
lazy *******
you'll get left behind
you're no devil
but you're no saint
quit making silly songs
**** too late
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC