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Heart


stretched like skin over a drum
dead by default
live by bashing

straining
the way you shrink down a little
at the sound of your own voice
a noise too naked
to be of your own making

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Forced


we translate our souls:
thick blotches of indigo ink
on flecked and knotted tatters of paper

Thank You


without your silence
i would not be
the beautiful outcast
i’ve become

Paperweight


tugging on the frayed edges of another day
your thoughts are opaque and dark as black stones
unslicked by the stream’s wetness
yes, there’s no reflection here

Anti-Valentine’s Day Poem


my seal has been punched open
i am forever broken
don’t buy this cap of lead
spread honey in my bed
toss my body in the woods
i am but broken goods

Renewed


camaraderie is worth
a thousand silences

Creamed Daisies


you have me crying red roses
into the hail of another sunrise
hale with good and well-intentioned
streamers, slapping head over tails
like buffalo with an itch
or salmon on the fly

Serenca


pursing her lips
in an opportunistic grace
that mystifies the ages
and mollifies the sages
in this land of abundant waste
languishing on hips

Charlatan


shivering
just a moment
under tow
spring circles
evaporate
into noon glows

Supererogatory


ten dollar words
are far too
expensive
these days

The Rhythms You Reach


luck
have you
softly
sleep
over my hand-
a soft villanelle

luck have you
softly creep
unto my hand
a sad little ill

what have
softly
speak
then understand
a bad little trill

muck
can you
softly
cheep
end over end
so pale wooden bell
a bad little trill
a sad little ill
a slow villanelle
a song villanelle
a soft villanelle
a slow soft song
slow

soft

pang

Sonia Meets the Marine


The world reflected and refracted
in metallic hues,
her face a robotic caricature.

Stretch


mourn
like birds
that take the sunbeams
hostage

Re: Memory


i have a terrible

deep

dark

fascination with words

Storybook


Promise Ring
It took me longer than most my peers, and I had to suffer through many years of heartbreak. Looking back at it, though, my best friend got proposed to in a parking lot. This, here, is just my promise ring. There really is truth to the phrase, “Good things come to those who wait.”

Haints


ghosts of yesterday evening
like old newspapers
have each a smell, a substance
familiar texture
and, i fold them
those terrible memories-
to read them later
with my black ink pen
and fill in the cross words.

Creative Feedback


i am
cat scratchingly
haphazardly
pen paperly
awe-strikingly
super viciously
emphatically
digging for your answers

but all i can find
underneath my skin
is blood

Ready the Sails


we’re heading for a storm
the sky’s a gleaming and glinting
and churning is the sea
that coils inside of me

i’m breaking out of form
my thoughts bleeding and reckless
and churning is the sea
that boils inside of me

and now i must confess
my sanity is sliding
all harmful words colliding
the foam’s a gleaming and glinting
and churning in the sea
that drowns inside of me

we do not want for air
when trapped inside of there
for lonely is the sea
that murders all of me

and floating, we drift onward
with hearts sunk over starboard
and churning in the sea
that swallows all of me

Implode


swift
like the lies on your tongue
what lies on your tongue
a fossil
of anti-evolutionary proportions
[white] man wins [deserves] everything
brainwash me to heaven
to a heaven where i don’t belong

Who Dat


this is a case closed
flight from the heart of art
city
with a hard cover
guitar lover
sticking to the causes
decorating case closed sticker
guitar undercover
to the sprawling song
city
jazz spazz
hard cover t-bone lover
smooth outlines of curves
stilted lines interrupt
a carousel goes round and round
with baby tuba
hand in hand
an old man sings
many, but
alone

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