Coagulated phlegm
I cough up—
Spheric home to maggots
Writhing and new.
King of worms
Uprears in blood,
Mounts my mirror for consort.
October 21, 2011
Typically dressed in stone
Somewhat morose,
But lean where light most often catches
The muddy, hoarding glass.
Somewhat morose,
But lean where light most often catches
The muddy, hoarding glass.
October 19, 2011
Rhodia bound
By the warmth of sand on her back
And the chill of ocean in the air—
I saw the foam on her lips
And a mute parting.
By the warmth of sand on her back
And the chill of ocean in the air—
I saw the foam on her lips
And a mute parting.
October 19, 2011
Take the eye and wine—
Run without a drop to drop;
I thought the glass full of pearls
But red.
Run without a drop to drop;
I thought the glass full of pearls
But red.
October 12, 2011
Song of water pent up in tubules—
My swatch of skin rubbed clean;
Tape the milk that stirs itself,
Sinks toward a whirlpool
Gurgling.
My swatch of skin rubbed clean;
Tape the milk that stirs itself,
Sinks toward a whirlpool
Gurgling.
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?
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.
You must belong to the Cyclopes.
I'll take you back to their rocky lair
And not get eaten as a reward.
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.
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.
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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