Warm coating
Plastic skin
Cold war, let me in -
I knew you then
Before the shades all fell
I knew you when
The camera lenses were still stable
Rainbow iris and
Mechanical arms, soft gears
Beautiful infrastructure -
That took off years, and added others -
I have dreams of us
still together, still together
Wrapped in blankets, our air
conditioned - our liquids hot
And romantic visits -
And you leave like
There are magnets in your hips -
And you breathe like
Magic leaves your lips -
I love the darkness, the depth of your mouth
Baby, please
Come home, and let me out.

I'm over you.

Serving birds
Got me walking on egg shells
If I don't skimp
Night class, I might last
I bike back - alone
To build this nest
To leave this place in the past
To see you smile
I'd wish away, the world -
Got a fortune
Zip locked in a locked locker
This is torture
Making love, I just watch her
Smile.

You're so cute. She says.
You were always cute. But
something changed
recently -
I blame it on the inescapable entropic breakdown of your immune system, I think
Even the rising sun knows it's doomed
Even a newborn, leaving the womb
can choke on the umbilical cord
And if the doctor isn't fast enough
Well she's gone.
So what do you think?
What?
I said. Perplexed. Obviously.
She was lifting her shirt midrift available and a familiar dark ink etched into her flesh.
It's a bird, I got it for you.

Let's go for a walk, my love,
The air is full of Blue Jay's
The music is a new familiar type
of hypnosis, I kiss dollar bills folded into swans as I throw them into fountains at malls -
Yes, we'll all float on
Whether it's in the ocean
Face down, a new ecosystem of love
and death, and mossy micronutrients
bubbling popping into rainclouds
Ah yes. I love a good margarita after a long day.

A chicken, white ****
Red vulnerable neck pecking
The dirt, for a spec of life
A rusted tractor and gasoline air
Fat and flat tires, and weeds everywhere
Where I come from isn't pretty.
But neither are we.
Pudgy damp fingers in every jar of mayonnaise, licking your lips
Like a dog at a dinner table
Like a wall shaking in the night
A window cracked full of opportunity
The spare change I gave away
The freezer burn on my ashes
The static hiding behind a full moon
A vapid hole in the sky, I'll fill someday.

I'm sick of eating organic
sometimes I just want to eat the face off a dead squirrel -
That's what we call McDonald's where I'm from.
Not really though.
Sometimes I think about my eating habits as a child, and what was allowed
My God great good Lord capitalized I did on milk duds and mountain few
I got so sick into a sink
Putrid fluorescent bile
It's not my fault.
It's not my fault.
My mind had a mind of its own!