Powder likes to echo in
deep sized capsules,
a string of jittering beads
lolling behind husk's
browned paper.

Her John peeks through
open clam stockings in
routinely bites,
eating while *******.

Olives and skin
grease as lingering perfume,
the sores of last month's bills
strutting in the dark.

Spear my years with a nail or two
to disintegrate the partings of rust,
and with honey foretelling lacking short age,
creates a fine wealth to adjust.

The confinements of rails
seek some sort of wayward point,
breading, kneeding,
in absence of hunching mirth.

So when the 2's and 3's
speed up to fine 6's and 7's;
remind me. Remind me to
seed kind water and properly place them.

I suppose I hadn't supposed, hadn't thought what a true, deadened chrysalis wonder
she was. Not until I pressed my lips against lobe and had to bend this way and
that. Most awkward. Felt un-gentle-manly. Felt unwomanly. Felt like
some copper etched away from an old photograph (is that why I...
looked like such a fool?) benign attitude, work force, eat, eat,
sleep, eat, *****, rob, and rot. my own mother sneered at
me. she draped gritty cloths across my forehead and, o
i died a smidge each time. now i cradle this thing...
this beautiful, tragic, fawn, black euphoria, well,
thing. spot on i can tell you i no wanna harm
or grease the poor thang. thang will evolve
to thong. she wuld naught grows up to
eva, eva-- (emfucis- emp-emphaw
sis. emphasis) like mama's own
twisted chalice. **** she
sure did remind me of
jazz, the squeaky
kind you don't
eva seem to
hear.

A woman at the market today
had obsidian eyes that tilted like
orbits grappled and shook
by a toothleth toddler.

I dropped an orange,
imagining the spritz coming
from the eye and into my mouth,
and for a moment of a moment the
rubber floor nudged at my heels with a sneer.

*** herself not once touched me,
nor lured her invisible tongue
across my intestines, yarn for
barbed wire.

She stood at the register
with a green (I'd like to call ribboned)
apron and ironed, white shirt,
smiled at me when I was
fumbling for 2 quarters--

worth a cent more for my time
when I stumbled away.

notice how i used "the",
pronounced "thawh" not "thuh"

and you told me words were just
words, like they **** you with
cooing fingertips licking your jaw and...

tap you on the shoulder to
then spin away again.

forgive my tongue, my
jocular indecisiveness
running over my teeth

math smirked at you;
your calculations were timid
so maybe that's why i could
never understand your idea
of "concise".

lines-- they shriek and gimick these
mimics, blank corneas set against
slanted eyes.

the world of characters,
tiny, prepubescent, etched
shadow in mocking fingers

stinks of unyielding white,
light that has shook our books
off the shelves, off our shoulders
to the

c-Lack! pebbles spewing and
clanging against a shiny lock--

dissonance of demise
biting in disguise

life-style sharpies are good
to go. looks pretty thick to
me.

comes in black and
cloud

they will draw for you
in exchange of eyes

consume me!,
they reek an
odorless nostril

invisible and
trustworthy