November 26, 2010

A little detergent
And a persistent touch
Will soon enough transform
The stain on the rim of this porcelain mug
—What have you been drinking?

August 11, 2010

One-eyed mutt, looking lost:
You must belong to the Cyclopes.
I'll take you back to their rocky lair
And not get eaten as a reward.

July 28, 2010

Plumes of dust,
A moth—
These are the revelations
Of the plunging sun.

July 26, 2010

No progress today.

Nor yesterday, with its early-morning haze washed away by rain.
         —But was fortunate to see sunlight before dusk,
         And the melting of the western sky into violet and gold
         Behind long ribbons of clouds.

The day before I can hardly remember,
         Shuffled off like an old woman.

June 30, 2010

Here are the teeth marks
Where you bit your hand to keep from screaming.
In a little while they will fade,
And only a prick in your heart will remember.
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