no one knows how to
make love as if their
life depends on it.
death does.
entering and exiting
while maintaining
perfect eye contact.
giving what it takes
fully.
bracing patience, with
the sturdiness of a
promise: ' I'll always be
gentle, even when I come...
we'll go together.
What lives to die inside
you can't lie.'

Sometimes before
putting out the
light for bed, I
ask myself: where
have you been
all day... how did
you get here?
With a matter of
factness that could
chill a ghost.

Having tripped over your
head, moving hands over
white plates in real time.
Gone cross eyed staring
at the tip of your nose
meditating madness.
Insightful as a cardboard
box repeatedly stabbed
by a pen for light-letting,
pinhead portals of a brain's
final oxegenation.
More trading balance with
less, a genderless news
anchor signing off the air.

these once wizened strings
pulled by a dull blue balloon,
now wax poetic on a sky
secured by trees.
released in higher and higher resolution--
to blind birds, these lilting spring oracles.
bliss binges forgetting to chew the
***** of it, mad mouthfuls of life.
leaving gathered trails of love's chase,
precariously placed nests ragged
with the quick of it.
the faint sigh of flesh over bone can
be heard in the breeze, then inhaled
as honey gone to the brain.

well at the rumpus rolled
round, an eight ball in
an empty pocket, sunk as
what sought what lit its
bald *** for tat.
stalled in a shade's fine shave.
eclipsed by that slipped curve
comely as what pushed shove,
hope found its private animal.
tried its belly in a perfectly
fit laugh...smiley as jelly in
jabby color.
a placenta's snappy reel to
reel: dicey, crazy, dreamy.

What have we done to you?
We hung you up there, to
watch truth drain from you,
to justify why we drain it!
Our loss for words found
scriptural release.
You knew the time you were
out of, was no time at all--so
you couldn't help but love it.
No more a broken body in
question.
Even the flies that examined
your wounds shed their wings.
We made your bed, you slept
in full awareness--you heard
us seal your tomb, and grinned.
You got up, and went about
eternal life...remembering to
forget a shroud.

city surf pulling through
the ears, cars breaking air.
eating this Joe down to me,
four walls blink back at the
breach of security.
creaky floorboards, fibrous
webs weighing dry saps
next door.
having to wear the reverberations
of their foot-filled minds.
leaky toilet lightly twitters...
eyes scan the corners of objects
in skips of beat.
the shadow of a bird flies across
the ribs of an antiquated radiator.